The American Nightmare Songtext
von Ice Nine Kills

Getting ready for bed at a regular time is one of the most important habits you can learn
David has probably never stopped to think what a wonderful thing sleep is
Dreams are normal too
Going to bed at a regular time each night, makes it easier to go right off to sleep

Rest your head, here′s a lullaby
A melody for heavy eyes
Early to bed, early to die
Welcome to your worst nightmare

Fast to sleep, it's all in your head now
Past the street where they cursed my name
But I won′t be forsaken
Craven my revenge from the shallow grave
Where I went down in flames
The beast has been awakened

When night comes creeping
My cruel hand will rock you to sleep


I'm the American nightmare with American dreams
Of counting the bodies while you count sheep
I'm the American nightmare, yeah, I′m living the dream
I′m slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream (Sweet dreams)

Fell in love with hate 'cause evil fit like a glove
It′s fate that I'm still here
And I won′t be forsaken
Wicked when I was just a man
But sickening now and fed by fear
The beast has been awakened
No

They all think it's just pretend
You′ll never ever sleep again
All your friends are fucking dead (dead, dead, dead)
You can't turn down your own death bed

When night comes creeping
My cruel hand will rock you to sleep

I'm the American nightmare with American dreams
Of counting the bodies while you count sheep
I′m the American nightmare, yeah, I′m living the dream
I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh


I′m the American nightmare, I'm the man of the dreams
Where the glove is god, so I′m sinking my claws in the silver screen

One, two, dreams do come true
Three, four, see you at the morgue
Five, six, he'll get his fix
Seven, eight
Now shake the twisted hand of fate
No
Shake the twisted hand of fate
No
All your friends are fucking dead (dead, dead, dead)

When night comes creeping
My cruel hand will rock you to sleep

I′m the American nightmare with American dreams
Of counting the bodies while you count sheep
I'm the American nightmare, yeah, I'm living the dream
I′m slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

I′m the American nightmare, I'm the man of your dreams
Where the glove is god, so I′m sinking my claws in the silver scream