American Rage

The Majestic Twelve

I've listened to all of your nonsense

I've tried to make sense of it

It's left me broke and bleeding

Slow burn, American Rage

I take the hours they give me

My wife sleeps all alone

My son, he barely knows me

I am American Rage

My father sweat oil in a flat field

My mother taught children in school

We fought, and saved, and prayed

We bleed American Rage

I work every second I'm breathing

I'm on the clock every second I'm alive

But still I'm slowly sinking

I am American Rage

I'll be right behind you in your dreams, dear -

I'll be right behind you in your nightmare

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