American - Stone Cold Fox

Inside my house we had forgotten now

Inside my house we had forgotten how

To live in the country with three white stones

Surrounding a flag of branches and bones

Of mirrors of contracts and signed armored clad

Of the ways we play circus to hide what we had

They won’t tell me what I am to be an American

I’m here but my hearts at sea, oh they won’t speak for me

And someone spoke too soon they got caught again

And the kids they lost their breath in the revolution

They settled for houses and for small kids

To tell them the stories of when they were young

The warriors they thought they’d become

Now hide in the surface like the roots from the sun

They won’t tell me what I am to be an American

I’m here but my hearts at sea, oh they won’t speak for me

I will stay up late and dig my own trench

I’ll ask all the questions they never present

And it’s sick and its vain and it’s hard to explain

To question the role or the play of the game

Not for your founding father or for the new born threat

Not for your radical breach that you tend to forget

Not for your good mother or the weight of her debt

Not for your children at sea, but your own way to

Tell what you are to be an American

I can’t live by your words and remain the person which I came

They wont tell me what I am to be an American

I’m here but I’m loosing my cool, no I won’t wait for you