American Graffiti

Brothers and sisters playing games in the shade Reduced to eating dirt from the path that we've made Bury you're head, head in the sand We've got blood on our, blood on our hands This is not a stand, it's a declaration of war Just give me more To hell with good intentions And to hell with second thoughts No I'm not the devil I'm a motherfucking God! Darling, carry my soul Far away from this man-made hole Rat in a cage, showing my age Don't flatter yourself They're digging your grave Bury your head, head in the sand We've got blood on our, blood on our hands Darling, carry my soul Far away from this man-made hole