American Dream Songtext
von Bryce Vine

Why go to Paris for the summer? America is better
Apparently there′s gold in the street
I don't care who′s over there, if I see you and you're starin'
And your team will catch a fist through the teeth

Yeah, it′s all wrong
You′re tellin' me it′s so wrong
To play ball in somebody else's yard
I found God outside of a gun range
She looked me in the eye and she asked me for change
And if I

Had a dollar for every time I didn′t care
I could finally die a millionnaire
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
American drеam but it′s kind of a nightmare
(American dream but it's kind of a nightmarе)


The American dream is a foreign car
You can only afford with a credit card
The American team is a superstar
That you see on screen on a boulevard
Shit, maybe I'm sick
Pass me the bottle, I′m pleading the fifth
Callin′ my ex so she know I exist
When we argue for hours and call me a dick
Click, I'll have a quarter like prices for oil on ice but that shit doesn′t mix
Fix, all of my problems, I go to the doctor, they tell me that I need a script

It's all wrong
You′re tellin' me it′s so wrong
To play ball in somebody else's yard
I found God outside of a gun range
She looked me in the eye and she asked me for change
And if I

Had a dollar for every time I didn't care
I could finally die a millionnaire
Wanna play but I don′t wanna fight fair
American dream but it′s kind of a nightmare

It's all wrong
Maybe we′re too far gone
To press pause on all the redemption songs
I found God and she called me a saint
She said, "The good die young but for you it's too late"
And if I


Had a dollar for every time I didn′t care
I could finally die a millionnaire
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
American dream but it′s kind of a nightmare (and if I)

Had a dollar for every time I didn't care
I could finally die a millionnaire
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
American dream but it′s kind of a nightmare