Lyrics American Man - Fein

American Man

I am an American man
Who likes to pretend
That I like guns in everyone’s hands
In both hands
Papa told me so
I am a perverted mess
Who needs to confess
That I have stayed with a couple of girls
Beautiful girls
Bible told me no
I am a generous guy
Every dollar that I earn
Helps the church I watch on TV
God’ll love me
Screen told me so
I’m just a good 'ol boy
End of day, I enjoy
An ice cold beer, or a dozen of them
I’m lost again
Daughter tells me no
Daddy, no
Mind your
Own business
I live this life the best I can
Mind me
I say it
Won’t do no good to shame the man
Mind your
Own business
I live this life the best I can
Mind me
I say it
Won’t do no good to shame him
I made a good ol' choice
Now it’s time to rejoice
And treat myself with the money I made, I’m getting laid
Wallet tells me so (ha ha ha ha)
I’m about to become
Some kind of a hunk
I got my reference photograph
No one will laugh
Post surgery, eee (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
I met a generous guy
Who likes to supply
A steady stream of lethargy
Medicate me
Now I’m feeling whole
I saw a cardboard sign
She wanted money for wine
And tried to sell me a handwritten book
I didn’t look
I told her no
Lady, no
Mind your
Own business
I live this life the best I can
Mind me
I say it
Won’t do no good to shame the man
Mind your
Own business
I live this life the best I can
Mind me
I say it
Won’t do no good to shame him
Mind your own business
I live this life the best I can
Mind me, I’ll say it
Won’t do no good to shame the man
Mind your own business
Mind your own business
Mind your own business
Mind your own business
Mind your own business
Mind your own business
Mind your own business
Mind your own business