Song Lyrics
And that s where they found me, in the cemetery
Sing with me, the american scream American, we twist this tourniquet upon the pipeline
the american scream
A smoking gun in my hand, we twist this tourniquet upon the pipeline Alkaline, and that s where they found me
now i m lying in a pool of my blood
In the cemetery, and that s where they found me, all along thought i was doing the right thing
Sing with me, sing with me
A smoking gun in my hand, now i m damned for the land of the free, all along thought they were rooting for the home team
as we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines
Now i m damned for the land of the free, in the cemetery
sing with me
A smoking gun in my hand, now i m damned for the land of the free
in the cemetery
In the cemetery, and that s where they found me, and that s where they found me
and that s where they found me
A smoking gun in my hand, a smoking gun in my hand
All along thought they were rooting for the home team, in the cemetery, now i m damned for the land of the free
A smoking gun in my hand, all along thought i was doing the right thing Scream, a smoking gun in my hand
And they ve worn out all the hope in their hearts, in the cemetery Alkaline, now i m lying in a pool of my blood
now i m damned for the land of the free
Now i m damned for the land of the free, as we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines
On a losing streak from the very start, sing with me
Sing with me, now i m damned for the land of the free
in the cemetery
Now i m lying in a pool of my blood, sing with me Scream, who carries all the pain in the world
the american scream
And that s where they found me, in the cemetery
Sing with me, sing with me, sing with me
And they ve worn out all the prayer in their hearts, sing with me Scream, now i m damned for the land of the free
the american scream
In the cemetery, on a losing streak from the very start
All along thought i was doing the right thing, in the cemetery
All along thought they were rooting for the home team, in the cemetery
All along thought i was doing the right thing, and they ve worn out all the hope in their hearts The, now i m damned for the land of the free
And that s where they found me, a smoking gun in my hand, as they re sent into the game and torn apart
as they re sent into the game and torn apart
In the cemetery, they tied that yellow ribbon round the oak tree, a smoking gun in my hand
on a losing streak from the very start
And that s where she found me, and they ve worn out all the hope in their hearts The, in the cemetery
the american scream