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American Guns
Lyricist:Tim Armstrong, Rob Aston, Travis L Barker
30 ought, buck shot 12 gage, is sure shot American guns, American guns
30 ought, buck shot 12 gage, is sure shot American guns, American guns
Well, drop more than two million tons Ho Chi Minh's trail was sprayed with bombs Jungles of Laos, knew all along That the American war had finally come
America, land of the free They're all minions of democracy Debauchery, luxury Bacchanalia's alright to me
30 ought, buck shot 12 gage, is sure shot American guns, American guns
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Nah, I won't listen because I've only been lied to I got a few common enemies and still I despise you It's a, cold mission, they pull up beside you In your own territory, it's leaves something inside you
A wise man once told me, 'People are strange' I'm a stranger in a strange land, strange as the days Yeah, I'm nice with the grouping, I'll stay at the range 38 to the 40 cal, A to the K
30 ought, buck shot 12 gage, is sure shot American guns, American guns
30 ought, buck shot 12 gage, is sure shot American guns, American guns
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