Luvrs - American Son

American son
whole lotta red but you're
Blue in the face
Better watch what you say
You're burning away
It's clear as day
American son
Caught my heroin tongue
Needles ain't enough
Send your nurses my dear
Blood stained sun with his
Red plagued sight
Now I Can't see anything that's near
Tired of the dead
Knocking on my door
Caskets greet me with cheer
But there's no one home
21 guns and they're just for you
When you're gone they salute
Only alive to shoot
American son
whole lotta red but you're
Blue in the face
Better watch what you say
You're burning away
It's clear as day
American Son
Listen up quick
Won't you fill my script
Seems your Doctor is Jesus, my dear
RX lab
got your body full of scabs
And your pockets they're empty all year
Climbing up the walls
While your profits soar
There's a man in the hall
Coming towards my door
Got me begging and praying
For a cure
I just keep on getting sicker
Coming back for more

Written by:
David Johnson, Jafé Paulino

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