| [00:10.50] |
Well they tied that yellow ribbon round the oak tree. |
| [00:15.38] |
They've worn out all the prayer in their hearts. |
| [00:20.52] |
All along thought they were routing for the home team, |
| [00:26.45] |
As they're sent to the game and torn apart. |
| [00:31.14] |
We twist this tourniquet upon the pipeline, |
| [00:35.42] |
That he carries all the pain in the world. |
| [00:40.22] |
As we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines |
| [00:44.67] |
It's clear, on a losing streak from the very start. |
| [00:49.77] |
And that's where they found me, |
| [00:54.40] |
In the cemetary. |
| [01:00.14] |
A smoking gun in my hand, |
| [01:03.89] |
Now I'm damned for the land of the free. |
| [01:07.58] |
Sing with me, |
| [01:09.52] |
The american scream. |
| [01:21.14] |
They took that faded ribbon off the oak tree. |
| [01:26.21] |
They've worn out all the hope in their hearts. |
| [01:30.83] |
All along thought I was doing the right thing, |
| [01:36.02] |
Now I'm lying in a pool of my blood. |
| [01:41.58] |
And that's where she found me, |
| [01:46.02] |
In the cemetary, |
| [01:50.71] |
A smoking gun in my hand, |
| [01:53.34] |
Now I'm damned for the land of the free. |
| [01:58.15] |
Sing with me. |
| [02:00.65] |
And that's where she found me, |
| [02:05.36] |
In the cemetary, |
| [02:10.95] |
A smoking gun in my hand, |
| [02:13.57] |
Now I'm damned for the land of the free. |
| [02:18.32] |
Sing with me, |
| [02:20.20] |
The american scream. |
| [02:30.26] |
The american scream. |
| [02:40.76] |
And that's where she found me, |
| [02:45.85] |
In the cemetary, |
| [02:51.54] |
A smoking gun in my hand, |
| [02:53.98] |
Now I'm damned for the land of the free. |
| [02:58.73] |
Sing with me, |
| [03:00.61] |
The american scream. |
