American Made   





Give me some antiseptic 

To wash this headache away 

Give me a syringe 

To inject the pain 

Give me something pretty I hope I'll never be 

I'd rather be creepy and very strange 

Give me a cake that I can mix and bake 

In a Betty Crocker oven that I will break 

 

Bake it up and we will 

Stab Stab Stab 

Come on, don't be afraid 

We will make you 

Stab Stab Stab 

My world is evil but American made 

 

Give me something easy that I can complicate 

Something healthy that I can infect 

Give me a mate in a crippled state 

With Halloween teeth that I can break 

 

Bake it up and we will 

Stab Stab Stab 

Come on, don't be afraid 

We will make you 

Stab Stab Stab 

My world is evil but American made 

 

Momma's apple pie got a cockroach in it 

Burn the flag with a fag 

Momma's apple pie got a cockroach in it 

Burn the flag with a fag 

Momma's apple pie got a cockroach in it 

Burn the flag with a fag 

Momma's apple pie got a cockroach in it 

Burn the flag with a fag 

 

Bake it up and we will 

Stab Stab Stab 

Come on, don't be afraid 

We will make you 

Stab Stab Stab 

My world is evil but American made 

American made 

American grave 

in an American grave