My Own American Dream Lyrics

Where's my American dream? Where's my American dream? Is it in the faces of the dead or the innocents who suffer or the "innocents" who pray? Where's my American dream? Where's my American dream? The blood we've spilled runs thicker than the progress that we've made. Where's my American dream? Where's my American dream? The dream is dead. The dream died... the day we say a thief take over. He cast aside... the rights we sacrificed with lives. The dream died... in hail of hell and gunfire. We'll all be dead by the time that this is over. Where's my American dream? Is it in the faces of the dead or the innocents who suffer or the "innocents" who pray? Where's my American dream? Where's my American dream? The dream is dead. We need are no more safer. The gun's to our head. Bite the bullet or end up dead