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Papa Roach - Crooked Teeth - American Dreams
Crooked Teeth
01. Break the Fall
02. Crooked Teeth
03. My Medication
04. Born for Greatness
05. American Dreams
06. Periscope
07. Help
08. Sunrise Trailer Park
09. Traumatic
10. None of the Above
It feels like American dreams caught on fire
We're tearing down the white picket fences
A soldier bleeds and a soldier dies
Have you ever thought that war was a sickness?
I'm a son of it, fucked up from it
Casualty of my family 'cause of it
We dare to dream or live to die
Reunited by the truth at the right time

Something's wrong here, or so it seems
'Cause I'm not sleeping in

American dreams, American lies
We're trying to see through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth, don't tell me your lies
'Cause it's harder to breathe when you're buried alive
By American dreams

With every bullet hole, there's a blood stain
Another family that's struggling to keep sane
'Cause their neighborhood ain't a safe place
Got us all wearing black every Sunday
And I'm growing numb to the violence
Sing along to the sound of the sirens
We're trying to keep ourselves alive
But it's hard to get by when it feels like

Something's wrong here, or so it seems
'Cause I'm not sleeping in

American dreams, American lies
We're trying to see through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth, don't tell me your lies
'Cause it's harder to breathe when you're buried alive
By American dreams

'Cause I'm not sleeping in

American dreams, American lies
We're trying to see through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth, don't tell me your lies
'Cause it's harder to breathe when you're buried alive
By American dreams
By American dreams