of these days I'm gonna tell them just exactly what I wanna do You're livin' in the USA Take another breath of that toxic waste Livin' in the USA - tryin
Translation: OF. Dying In The Usa.
the USA - walkin' in the street there's too many punks Dyin' in the USA - the living, the dead We'll be on our way Dying in the USA We'll be on our way Dying
When I look out my window, you know what I see I don't see no whores in the stinkin' street I don't see no drunks and junkies dying I don't see no bums
way Dying in the USA We'll be on our way Dying in the USA We'll be on our way Dying in the USA We'll be on our way Dying in the USA We'll be on our way
not deserve this hey Mr. Wilmington yeah I heard about your son it's hard enough to hide your scars small town usa sweet Mr. Wilmington yeah I read
church wall, that's exactly what you'd see If Jesus Christ, was shot in the head with no respect We'd all have little gold guns around our neck If Jesus
pain is so personal so deep I couldn't explain it in words for ya I don't sleep I can rest when I'm dead cause I'm blessed while I'm here through the
it's gonna be I represent the La Razza cuz I also represent me [Mad One] So I open up my eyes I can't be livin in the dark I gotta be careful when I
the pain is so personal so deep I couldn't explain it in words for ya I don't sleep I can rest when I'm dead cause I'm blessed while I'm here through
