American Dream
From Crucible, PA
Written by: Alex Shelbourne
Bang...crack...
Bang...crack...
Everyday I rise before the sunrise
Wipe my bloodshot eyes, get dressed and go
Long before anyone would ever know
I walk Main Street like a scared boy off to war
With the ghosts of all the men who came before
And hear the sound of
Bang, thud, boom, crack
Whatever breaks first, the rock or your back
Bang, thud, crash, pound
Whatever starves first, you or the ground
I miss my home, family, all the time I can’t make up
If this is the American Dream, then I wanna wake up
The sound of thunder fills my head
‘Til my ears bleed red, then white and blue
It’s all there is and all you know how to do
It’s a cruel world that makes a man choose
Between seeing his kids and buying their shoes
With the sound of
Bang, thud, boom, crack
Whatever breaks first, the rock or your back
Bang, thud, crash, pound
Whatever starves first, you or the ground
I miss my home, family, all the time I can’t make up
If this is the American Dream, then I wanna wake up
When I get home, the day is dead
My wife and boy are in bed, tired of waiting up for me
The sun shines, but I guess I’ll never see
For hours I sit beside my sleeping son
I look at my life and wonder if he’ll have a better one
Or just the sound of
Bang, thud, boom, crack
Whatever breaks first, the rock or your back
Bang, thud, crash, pound
Whatever starves first, you or the ground
I miss my home, family, all the time I can’t make up
If this is the American Dream, then I wanna wake up
If this is the American Dream, then I wanna wake up
If this is the American Dream, then I wanna wake up
Bang...crack...
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