American Man

Freedom, the naked power, weakened by the ages Raped but not forgotten, all its supple secrets Gods and liberations, those that try to use it Are those that try to sheath it, wide awake Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Free men haunted by the music Ghosts of generations beat the drums for freedom Those that toiled and suffered Now, those that try to smother, wide awake Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Where to begin? Bred to win Where do I go? The soul worn off my skin Sad [Incomprehensible] I cut out the hole in my soul I know is you So are we ready? Ready to lose, I know I feel, feel, feel Inside the walls, inside the walls The iron walls protect the soles of my old boots Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man Yes, I am the American man