Letra de American Graffiti

Brothers and sisters playing games in the shade
Reduced to eating dirt from the path that we’ve made
Bury you’re head, head in the sand
We’ve got blood on our, blood on our hands
This is not a stand, it’s a declaration of war
Just give me more
To hell with good intentions
And to hell with second thoughts
No I’m not the devil
I’m a motherfucking god!
Darling, carry my soul
Far away from this man-made hole
Rat in a cage, showing my age
Don’t flatter yourself
They’re digging your grave
Bury your head, head in the sand
We’vе got blood on our, blood on our hands
Darling, carry my soul
Far away from this man-made hole