Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Pride, artist - Kristoff Krane. Album song Hunting for Father, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.05.2010
Record label: Crushkill
Song language: English
American Pride |
| Everyone’s a shooting star |
| We all will make it to the end |
| The only new beginning is |
| The one I spend with all my friends |
| The trees, the water, mighty sun |
| The sea, the battle, poison field |
| All become the reason |
| For the shadow I know is real |
| Growing up is tough as nails |
| I hope a giant gust of wind |
| Rushes up against the sails |
| And pulls us all in by our chin |
| Whichever way I look at it |
| Beautiful, tragic |
| Part of it’s on purpose? |
| But it’s usually an accident |
| Funeral to first breath |
| Destiny’s choice |
| Hardly enough |
| But enough to make sense of it boy |
| One foot in and one foot out |
| Imma shake it till I see the sharks and then I will be out |
| But there’s no kidding, life’s hard |
| Especially when you go swimming with no lifeguard |
| Tomorrow Imma go get it, today I’m gonna sit |
| Till I get in my car and drive myself sick |
| Imma go, go, fix it up |
| Imma go go go Imma fix it up |
| Imma giddy giddyup, Imma fix it up |
| Imma go go-getter, Imma fix it up |
| Imma giddy giddyup, Imma fix it up |
| Imma, Imma |
| Compare myself to my father and what is it I find? |
| I find that he works hard and most of the time, so do I |
| He can build a house and I can build a song that |
| Under one roof we can sing with my mom, bet |
| Watch a young girl eat a big piece of pork |
| Whether she hasn’t ate for days or just the night before |
| It truly doesn’t matter. |
| It makes me want to puke |
| Like a fast food platter with the ten o’clock news |
| These people lost. |
| These people won |
| This country gave that country a gun |
| I’m sorry to say it, I have to admit |
| I wish I lived in Europe where no one gets sick |
| Maybe it’s a myth, so forgive me if it is |
| But from what I heard it’s a great place to raise your kids |
| Then I should leave, right? |
| I know, Don’t worry, I will |
| As soon as we fight cold snow flurries and chills |
| Up a spineless fix the machine, blinded, trying to swim up this stream |
| Remind us that we’re dying trying to live the dream |
| The score is zero/ zero, no side’s the winning team |
| And I’m proud to be an American |
| Where at least I know I’m me |
| Where the magazines and TV screens |
| Tell me who to be |
| And I’m proud to be an American |
| Where at least I know I’m safe |
| From Oxycontin, Adderall |
| Klonopin, ecstasy and crank |
| And I’m proud to be an American |
| Where at least I know I’m free |
| Where most of my time is spent trying to find |
| The best time for me to leave |