Alkaline Trio - The American Scream

They tied that yellow ribbon 'round
the oak tree
And they've worn out all the
prayer in their hearts
All along thought they were rooting
for the home team
As they're sent into the game and
torn apart
With twists this turn a kid upon the
pipeline
Who carries all the pain in the world
As we blindly clap and cheer from
the sidelines, it's clear
On a losing streak from the very
start
And that's where they found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now
I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me, the American scream
They took that faded ribbon off the
oak tree
And they've worn out all the hope
in their hearts
All along thought I was doing the
right thing
Now I'm lying in a pool of my blood
And that's where she found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now
I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me
And that's where they found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now
I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me, the American scream
The American scream
And that's where they found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now
I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me, the American scream