Read Me My Bragging Rights
Raise My Arms To The Sky
Can You Hear Them Cheering?
They’re Cheering Just For Me
They Love Me
They Love Me
Who Can Blame Them For It?
Beat Your Chest
Till It’s Red
You’re An American
Loud And Proud
Atop War Clouds
In Sun Blistered Skin
Singing Tin Plate Anthems
Littering The Streets
And Living Comfortably
In Conventional Ways
Beat Your Chest
Till It’s Red
You’re An American
Idle Minds
And Black Hole Lies
Tell You That You Can’t
And You Believe In Them
So You Abide By Them
And Become One Of Them