I
remember
when my father used to yell,
Shook the drywall in the house,
And whenever he came home,
I thought the walls were coming down,
But they never really did,
And god damn this house
was built so well,
But I was young and couldn't tell,
That I was suffering in hell
I remember when my mama used to cry
And kiss my dad goodbye
Cause you don't work your 9 to 5
His job is saving lives
And when he gets home from the war
His hands are on the floor
Scrubbing shit from someone else
And saving love from a divorce
White picket fence around my yard
Two brand new cars in the garage
My father worked so goddamn hard
May God bless the U .S .A.
But now I get why my dad screams
Cause I'm as angry as can be
I look like him, he looks like me
I guess we're both living the Amer
ican dream
What the fuck is mental health?
That's a silly fucking name for me
Just wanting to kill myself
I guess you're bound to
get what you paid for
When you get high when
you're only twelve
But you really only wanted advice
And you can't tell your mom
Cause it's tough about guys
So you start telling lies
And your dad ain't around
So you're getting in fights
Cause you're just mad
I guess I just needed some help
I always had to do it myself
I guess I never really
said how I felt
White picket fence around my yard
Two brand new cars in the garage
My father worked so goddamn hard
May God bless the USA
But now I get why my dad screams
Cause I'm as angry as can be
I look like him, he looks like me
I guess we're both living
in American dream
You!
you