The clock rocks from side to side
The thoughts of my life roll through my mind
Thinking of my future, maybe a wife and kids
When and where will I be found dead
A soft side of me shines brightly in these ideals
Not once did I think of those that I have killed

Is it because I'm American
Is what makes a man a man All the friends
That he surrounds himself in?
A thin veil to hide the fool
Feeding his inhibitions
Sometime, someday
I'll learn my lesson


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