Torn in the USA - Butch Walker

How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby

When I can’t even ever relate, oh baby

I’m just another white man with no identity

Torn in the US, torn in the US

Ay ay ay ay, ay ay oh

My kids say that I’m cynical I don’t know what’s up

They make fun of my selections in my pickup truck

While they change it to a hip hop station probably just to fuck with me

(Tell us all about it, tell us all about it)

Would you love me if I got a tattoo on my face

Drove this McClaren right off of the page

Of inspiration when it strikes, I’ll do whatever it takes, and then

(Post all about it, post all about it)

How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby

When I can’t even ever relate, oh baby

I’m just another white man with no identity

Torn in the US, torn in the US

Ay ay ay ay, ay ay oh

Growing up a bro on the eastern coast

My friends and I would all get drunk and crack racist jokes

Now their kids listen to Drake (He's one of the good ones though)

(Now I really start to doubt me, really start to doubt me)

So I’ll probably play some classic rock in a shitty bar

Support my dirty habits with a tipping jar

Figure out what my problems really are, then

(Talk all about it, talk all about it)

How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby

When I can’t even ever relate, oh baby

I’m just another white man with no identity

Torn in the US, torn in the US

Ay ay ay ay, ay ay oh

How am I gonna' know who to hate, oh baby

When I can’t even ever relate, oh baby

I’m just another white man with no identity

Torn in the US, torn in the US

Ay ay ay ay, ay ay oh

Ay ay ay ay, ay ay oh