I've listened to all of your nonsense
I've tried to make sense of it
It's left me broke and bleeding
Slow burn, American Rage
I take the hours they give me
My wife sleeps all alone
My son, he barely knows me
I am American Rage
My father sweat oil in a flat field
My mother taught children in school
We fought, and saved, and prayed
We bleed American Rage
I work every second I'm breathing
I'm on the clock every second I'm alive
But still I'm slowly sinking
I am American Rage
I'll be right behind you in your dreams, dear -
I'll be right behind you in your nightmare
