Home of the hard, home of the tough
We some gun toting, church going At the dinner table praying Beer drinking, hell-raising Hard working, blue collar Dope cooking dirt dealers On the corner Bible preachers Money what I'm swimmin in Rock and roll all the time Straight from the assembly line
And that's how it's made in the you. S. A, the you. S. A A manufactured dream, a fraction of us need We got it made in the you. S. A, the you. S. A Isn't it great, how we got it made?
We some nine to five back breaking Neighborhood gang-banging One-way street paving road to success But you gotta do some concrete laying
She's been eating lies we fed her She'd be full, but nothing's helping Knew she wanted something better But still she took a second helping Now she's well-known, broke, and cold
Single mother child raising From a stripper pole swinging Daughter's in the red light Coats for the cold season She don't speak, no reason why Because no one will ever know
And that's how it's made in the you. S. A, the you. S. A It's every mother's dream to see her daughter on her knees We got it made in the you. S. A, the you. S. A Isn't it great, how we got it made?
That's how it's made in the you. S. A