Yeah, Im stealing cigarettes Selling them off to friends for rent Plus a pay check and still in debt? Im asking how could it be? I know they know Im beneath them Even homeless assholes know my name Now its urban flight or a cell for the night You know its all the same One can tell themselves about when going gets rough Determination just aint enough When your overtime defines your life This American me This American me Tradition tells us home own But the time cards saying no go Now the suits are talking foreclose From sea to shining sea Time was a war time economy Was a silver lining to tragedy But even those with homes are now those alone In the land of the free I asked for nothing and I got it in spades Worked for a living and I earned a cage They say I look old for my age This American me This American me This American me This American, this American, this American This American me This American, this American, this American This American me This American, this American, this American This American me
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