The American Dream Is Dead

The sleepless nights are killing me and I'm haunted in my sleep.

I keep reliving old memories. You can wake the dead but please

Don't wake me. Let's get f**ked up quit cause' I can't take

Another second of this shit. Show me a way out or show me my

Next fix. Cause' I can't see the road ahead of me and these

Blood shot eyes are my worst enemy and I can't find a f**king

Remedy and will you ever be alone again? No, I will never be

Alone again.

It's not enough to sing about the greatest traditions you

Left out. With a bottle in hand, we'll sing on and on again.

Tell me I'm not the only one here who's feeling so f**ked up

Over this.