American Fights Songtext
von Keepsake

And it′s all inside your head
Pictures painted perfect black and red
It's a theme worth fighting for
And all the lines now have been drawn
Arousing questions, no one′s getting hurt
You're a patriot of words

And it's cloudy all day
And you don′t have much to say
Weakened attempts taking over
Getting answers
Take a step, eradicate
A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears and grief
And constant running hate

And if I had a dime for every time you cried
Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome
And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time
I′d wake up to a life of crime


A broken jaw, a penny lost
The sounds of shattered bits of glass and stepped on moss
And I know you well, a sour girl
Who gave up hopes and dreams of a different world

And I hope you bought some time
'Cause every minute lost
Is a minute past your prime time TV
Gets you through
A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears and grief
And thoughts of 22

A suit of thought, I′m getting lost
The taste of blood, American fights hurt so much
And I can't believe you′re getting up
The cost of living everywhere, it just went up and

And if I had a dime for every time you cried
Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome
And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time
Well, I'd wake up to a life of crime