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Un-American Video (MV)




Performed By: Anti-Flag
Written by: MATT MORRIS




Anti-Flag - Un-American Lyrics




The bottom floor of a cold building
Promised a career and a diamond ring
Glass ceiling above, nothing under her feet
"Honey, just give me a smile
How hard can that be?"

Life at 26 ain't what she thought it would be
Now she's waking up from an American dream

No rain falls to a spoiled land
Who is un-American, un-American?
No peace comes from a greedy hand
Who is un-American, un-American?

Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh

Factory floor that they told him would stay
Another line sold on another campaign
The churches decay by his grandparents' grave
A town exchanged for the money they saved

Life at 36 ain't what he thought it would be
Now he's waking up from an American dream

No rain falls to a spoiled land
Who is un-American, un-American?
No peace comes from a greedy hand
Who is un-American, un-American?

Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh

Apartment floor to the stadium
The roar of the crowd and the marching drums
All his life they taught him how to run
Shot in the back, the jury was the gun

No rain falls to a spoiled land
Who is un-American, un-American?
No peace comes from a greedy hand
Who is un-American, un-American?

Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh
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The bottom floor of a cold building
Promised a career and a diamond ring
Glass ceiling above, nothing under her feet
"Honey, just give me a smile
How hard can that be?"

Life at 26 ain't what she thought it would be
Now she's waking up from an American dream

No rain falls to a spoiled land
Who is un-American, un-American?
No peace comes from a greedy hand
Who is un-American, un-American?

Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh

Factory floor that they told him would stay
Another line sold on another campaign
The churches decay by his grandparents' grave
A town exchanged for the money they saved

Life at 36 ain't what he thought it would be
Now he's waking up from an American dream

No rain falls to a spoiled land
Who is un-American, un-American?
No peace comes from a greedy hand
Who is un-American, un-American?

Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh

Apartment floor to the stadium
The roar of the crowd and the marching drums
All his life they taught him how to run
Shot in the back, the jury was the gun

No rain falls to a spoiled land
Who is un-American, un-American?
No peace comes from a greedy hand
Who is un-American, un-American?

Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh
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Writer: MATT MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management

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