The Amercian Scream

They tied that yellow ribbon 'round the oak tree

And they've worn out all the prayer in their hearts

All along thought they were rooting for the home team

As they're sent into the game and torn apart

We twist this tourniquet upon the pipeline

Who carries all the pain in the world

As we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines, it's clear

On a losing streak from the very start

And that's where they found me

In the cemetery

A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free

Sing with me, the American scream

They took that faded ribbon off the old tree

And they've worn out all the hope in their hearts

All along thought I was doing the right thing

Now I'm lying in a pool of my blood

And that's where she found me

In the cemetery

A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free

Sing with me

And that's where they found me

In the cemetery

A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free

Sing with me, the American scream

The American scream

And that's where they found me

In the cemetery

A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free

Sing with me, the American scream