American Made

Give me some antiseptic
To wash this headache away
Give me a syringe to inject the pain
Give me something pretty
I hope I'll never be
I'd rather be creepy and very strange

Give me a cake
That I can mix and bake
In a Betty Crocker oven
That I will break!

Bake it up and we will stab, stab, stab!
Come on, don't be afraid
We will make you stab, stab, stab!
My world is evil but American made

(Do, do-do-do)
(Do, do-do-do)
(Do, do-do-do)
(Do, do-do-do)

Give me something easy that I can complicate
Something healthy that I can infect
Give me a mate in a crippled state
With Halloween teeth that I can break

Bake it up and we will stab, stab, stab!
Come on, don't be afraid
We will make you stab, stab, stab!
My world is evil but American made

Mama's apple pie got a cock-a-roach in it
Burn the flag with a fag (do, do-do-do)
Mama's apple pie got a cock-a-roach in it
Burn the flag with a fag (do, do-do-do)
Mama's apple pie got a cock-a-roach in it
Burn the flag with a fag (do, do-do-do)
Mama's apple pie got a cock-a-roach in it
Burn the flag with a fag!

Bake it up and we will stab, stab, stab!
Come on, don't be afraid
We will make you stab, stab, stab!
My world is evil, but American made (do, do-do-do)

American made (do, do-do-do)
American grave (do, do-do-do)
In an American grave
Aah-oh!



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dipiero, Patrick J Mc Manus
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