we'll sleep when we're dead - In America

My head has come off my shoulders
And to tell the truth, yeah I'll be honest
I can't say if I wanna put it back
I can't decide, but I'll rely upon my gut
And the relief I hope to feel
When all my work pays off And I arrive in hell

In America
There is no way to stay the same when they've made you change your name
In America
There is no way to make a change if you won't be put in chains

Look at this
Now here we go again
Another vote has been fixed
But people won't pretend
If we can could drop our seeds
Little bit here, little bit there
Then maybe the fake news-message reads
If he grabs you by the pussy
You pull him by the hair

It's fake
It's not
It's not real
It's not
It's fake
It's real
It's not real
It's fake
It's fake
It's fake
It's real
It's fake

In America
There is no way to stay the same when they've made you change your name
In America
There is no way to make a change if you won't be put in chains

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Written by:
Jonas Svendsen, Kevin Svendsen

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