American Idle

American Idle - Much The Same

As the tears welled up in my eyes

Something hit me that tore me up inside

Misled deceived

We all turned out backs on those

We should respect and send back home

This is not a game

That anyone should play

Blood spills on the ground

And all our hands are dripping now

I can't wipe them clean

I somehow feel responsible

In a time of disarray

I wrote it off and said this feeling will fade away

But to my dismay

I still feel responsible

I didn't take my duty seriously

And now this feeling won't go away

It won't go away

In time everything will be alright

He's no better than the other guy

Shame on me

The apathetic American they want me to be

I'm a bad cliché

That too many of us portray

Blood spills on the ground

And all our hands are dripping now

I can't wipe them clean

I somehow feel responsible

In a time of disarray

I wrote it off and said this feeling will fade away

But to my dismay

I still feel responsible

I didn't take my duty seriously

And now this feeling won't go away

It won't go away

I won't make the same mistake again

I'll learn to speak my mind

I'm never going down without a fight

I can't wipe them clean

I somehow feel responsible

In a time of disarray

I wrote it off and said this feeling will fade away

But to my dismay

But to my dismay

I still feel responsible

I didn't take my duty seriously

And now this feeling won't go away

And now this feeling won't go away

And now this feeling won't go away

It won't go away