American Dream Come True
Until my dying breath
I'll try to get myself ahead
After I work myself to death
I'll get another life of blood and sweat
Wake up, work all day and sleep
Tomorrow morning
Wash, rinse, repeat
Wash, rinse, repeat
I'm begging for my daily bread
He gives me all his love instead
A lifetime on my knees
But I don't think I've been deceived
'Cause wake up, pray and go to sleep
Is really all I've ever dreamed of
In the land of the losers and winners
With the gap growing bigger and bigger
We'll reward all the God-fearing sinners
And sell our soul to the highest bidder
American dream
American dream come true
Now wake up
Do I have your attention?
Wake up, work all day and sleep
Tomorrow morning
Wash, rinse, repeat
Wash, rinse, repeat
Wash, rinse, repeat
I'm begging on my hands and knees
Just let me die while I'm asleep
Put me out of my misery
This life has got the best of me
The ending of this fever dream is really all I ever think of
In the land of the losers and winners
With the gap growing bigger and bigger
We'll reward all the God-fearing sinners
And sell our soul to the highest bidder
In the land of the saint and sinner
With the stakes growing bigger and bigger
You'll play god, or you'll die on the ringer
We'll make you whole then we'll serve you for dinner
Each day we've stolen, got a little more dimmer
We'll sell your soul to the highest bidder
American dream
American dream come true
I'll try to get myself ahead
After I work myself to death
I'll get another life of blood and sweat
Wake up, work all day and sleep
Tomorrow morning
Wash, rinse, repeat
Wash, rinse, repeat
I'm begging for my daily bread
He gives me all his love instead
A lifetime on my knees
But I don't think I've been deceived
'Cause wake up, pray and go to sleep
Is really all I've ever dreamed of
In the land of the losers and winners
With the gap growing bigger and bigger
We'll reward all the God-fearing sinners
And sell our soul to the highest bidder
American dream
American dream come true
Now wake up
Do I have your attention?
Wake up, work all day and sleep
Tomorrow morning
Wash, rinse, repeat
Wash, rinse, repeat
Wash, rinse, repeat
I'm begging on my hands and knees
Just let me die while I'm asleep
Put me out of my misery
This life has got the best of me
The ending of this fever dream is really all I ever think of
In the land of the losers and winners
With the gap growing bigger and bigger
We'll reward all the God-fearing sinners
And sell our soul to the highest bidder
In the land of the saint and sinner
With the stakes growing bigger and bigger
You'll play god, or you'll die on the ringer
We'll make you whole then we'll serve you for dinner
Each day we've stolen, got a little more dimmer
We'll sell your soul to the highest bidder
American dream
American dream come true
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Writer(s): Harrison Springer
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