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Well they tied that yellow ribbon round the oak tree.
They've worn out all the prayer in their hearts.
All along thought they were routing for the home team,
As they're sent to the game and torn apart.
With twists this turn a kid up on the pipeline,
He carries all the pain in the world.
As we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines
It's clear, on a losing streak from the very start
And that's where they found me,
In the cemetery.
A smoking gun in my hand,
Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
Sing with me,
The American scream.
They took that faded ribbon off the oak tree.
They've worn out all the hope in their hearts.
All along thought I was doing the right thing,
Now I'm lying in a pool of my blood.
And that's where she found me,
In the cemetery,
A smoking gun in my hand,
Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
Sing with me.
And that's where she found me,
In the cemetery,
A smoking gun in my hand,
Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
Sing with me,
The American scream.
The American scream.
And that's where she found me,
In the cemetery,
A smoking gun in my hand,
Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
Sing with me,
The American scream.
They've worn out all the prayer in their hearts.
All along thought they were routing for the home team,
As they're sent to the game and torn apart.
With twists this turn a kid up on the pipeline,
He carries all the pain in the world.
As we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines
It's clear, on a losing streak from the very start
And that's where they found me,
In the cemetery.
A smoking gun in my hand,
Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
Sing with me,
The American scream.
They took that faded ribbon off the oak tree.
They've worn out all the hope in their hearts.
All along thought I was doing the right thing,
Now I'm lying in a pool of my blood.
And that's where she found me,
In the cemetery,
A smoking gun in my hand,
Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
Sing with me.
And that's where she found me,
In the cemetery,
A smoking gun in my hand,
Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
Sing with me,
The American scream.
The American scream.
And that's where she found me,
In the cemetery,
A smoking gun in my hand,
Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
Sing with me,
The American scream.
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Soldier is over sea's while his mother is dying back home. Upon his return, his mother has passed, so he meets her at her grave and shoots himself. Powerful stuff.. Reminds me off "Over and Out,"
"Over and out," she said, from a hospital bed "For what it's worth, it doesn't hurt, don't cry." "Over and out," he said, with a .45 to his head "The war has taken everything from me, it's all I see so..."