Freedom the naked power
Weakened by the ages
Raped but not forgotten
All its supple secrets
Gods and liberations
Those that try to use it
Are those who try to sheath it
Wide awake
Yes I am the American Man
Yes I am the American Man
Yes I am the American Man
Free men haunted by the music
Ghosts of generations
Beat the drums for freedom
Those who toiled and suffered
Now those they try to smother
Wide awake
Yes I am the American Man
Yes I am the American Man
Yes I am the American Man
Where to begin
Bred to win
Where do I go
The soul worn off my skin
So... I cut out the hole
In my soul I know is you
So are we ready
Ready to lose
I know I feel, feel, feel
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Inside the walls
Inside the walls
The iron walls protect the souls
of my old boots
Yes I am the American Man
Yes I am the American Man
Yes I am the American Man
Letra añadida por: Slash Snakepit (#26.040)