American Made Songtext
von Jack Off Jill

Give me some antiseptic
To take this headache away
Give me a syringe
To inject the pain
Give me something pretty
I hope I′ll never be
I'd rather be creepy and very strange

Give me a cake
That I can mix and bake
In a Betty Crocker oven
That I will break

Bake it up and we will
Stab, stab, stab
Come on, don′t be afraid
We will make you
Stab, stab, stab
My world is evil
But American made


(Do, do-do-do)
(Do, do-do-do)
(Do, do-do-do)
(Do, do-do-do)

Give me something easy
That I can complicate
Something healthy
That I can infect
Give me a mate
In a crippled state
With Halloween teeth
That I can break

Bake it up and we will
Stab, stab, stab
Come on, don't be afraid
We will make you
Stab, stab, stab
My world is evil
But American made


Mama's apple pie got a cock-a-roach in it
Burn the flag with a fag (do, do-do-do)
Mama′s apple pie got cock-a-roach in it
Burn the flag with a fag (do, do-do-do)
Mama′s apple pie got cock-a-roach in it
Burn the flag with a fag (do, do-do-do)
Mama's apple pie got cock-a-roach in it
Burn the flag with a fag

Bake it up and we will
Stab, stab, stab
Come on, don′t be afraid
We will make you
Stab, stab, stab
My world is evil
But American made (do, do-do-do)
American made (do, do-do-do)
American grave (do, do-do-do)
In an American grave