Various Artists Follow

They've worn out all the prayer in their hearts
All along thought they were rooting for the home team
As they're sent into the game and torn apart

With twists this turn the kid upon a pipeline
Who 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 painted 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 rooting for the home team