American Hearts
We were raised by wolves
And we are still wild
And we howl when the troubled winds blow
And in the TV's blue light
Oh, assassins will lie
If we would just go down slow
So don't tread on me
For I am your brother
I was born with an American heart
And don't tread on her
For she is your sister
She was born with an American heart
All the people you meet
Down in the streets
May be good but they don't wanna know
So they cover their eyes, for
Who wants to be sad?
Life is sweet on the bottom of the sea
So don't tread on me
For I am your brother
I was born with an American heart
And don't tread on her
For she is your sister
She was born with an American heart
All the mothers will cry,
Fathers stay up all night
With a chill that goes to the bones
And if your God makes war
Then he's no God I know
For Christ would not send boys to die
So don't tread on me
For I am your brother
I was born with an American heart
And don't tread on her
For she is your sister
She was born with an American heart
Don't you get low as hell
When the peace dove is felled
By a man with the blackest of minds
And above the din
Let the sighin' begin
As we're bound for the longest of roads
So don't tread on me
For I am your brother
I was born with an American heart
And don't tread on her
For she is your sister
She was born with an American heart
And we are still wild
And we howl when the troubled winds blow
And in the TV's blue light
Oh, assassins will lie
If we would just go down slow
So don't tread on me
For I am your brother
I was born with an American heart
And don't tread on her
For she is your sister
She was born with an American heart
All the people you meet
Down in the streets
May be good but they don't wanna know
So they cover their eyes, for
Who wants to be sad?
Life is sweet on the bottom of the sea
So don't tread on me
For I am your brother
I was born with an American heart
And don't tread on her
For she is your sister
She was born with an American heart
All the mothers will cry,
Fathers stay up all night
With a chill that goes to the bones
And if your God makes war
Then he's no God I know
For Christ would not send boys to die
So don't tread on me
For I am your brother
I was born with an American heart
And don't tread on her
For she is your sister
She was born with an American heart
Don't you get low as hell
When the peace dove is felled
By a man with the blackest of minds
And above the din
Let the sighin' begin
As we're bound for the longest of roads
So don't tread on me
For I am your brother
I was born with an American heart
And don't tread on her
For she is your sister
She was born with an American heart
Credits
Writer(s): Auguste Arthur Bondy, Ian Micheal Felice, Clare Felice
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