American Boy

With all these signs how can’t anyone see that it’s already made
That it’s all rolling on with no shame
When the «haves» met the «nots» they agreed at the start
Then the «haves» had it their way
You say you won’t, You know you will
Wait, not everybody’s got a plan
American
The self made man
He wins
He loves
He tries like hell
If its all that we are, its all just as well
When still in line
You say, «I'm picking you least»
Fine…yet they’re still on my tongue
I’m hoping they can find a son
You say you won’t, You know you will
Wait, not everybody’s got a plan
American
The self made man
He wins
He loves
He tries like hell
If its all that we are, its all just to sell
To you and me
We’re all together forcing unity
When there are humans falling all around
I’m waiting for the sound
Wait, not everybody’s got a plan
American
The self made man
He wins
He loves
He tries like hell
If its all that we are, its all just as well
If its all that we are, its all gone to hell