Freedom
The naked power
Weakened by the ages
Raped but not forgotten
All it's supple secrets
Gods & liberations
Those that try to use it
Are those that try to sheath it-wide awake
Yes, I am the American Man
Free men
Haunted by the music
Ghosts of generations
Beat the drums of freedom
Those that toiled & suffered
Now those they try to smother-wide awake
Yes, I am the American Man
Where to begin?
Bred to win
Where do I go?
The soul worn off our skin
So...the tabloid & scoops
I cut out the hole in my soul I know is you
So, are we ready? Ready to lose?
I know I feel, feel, feel
Inside the walls, inside the walls
The iron walls protect the souls of
My old boots
(Lead, Chorus)
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