never go home He can never go home Stranded in South America Nothing to go home for Just another Brit in the bar Hernandez Fiendish comes over to me
before! how 'bout you, rhonda? Rhonda: You're a worm, harry. drop dead. god, you're disgusting! don't touch me! yuck! what is this scum on your chest
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream About me, about you, the way our American hearts beat Down in the bottom of our chests, about
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you. The way our American h Feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe
m only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Master P] My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me I grew up with this
Nineteen, the number on his back Voted captain of the high school football team Took us all the way to state Got a scholarship to play down in Tennessee
humor But if it rains again like it did today I'm gonna have to leave a little bit sooner Gotta get me some South American sun Honey, don't even ask me
them fucked them damned them arab call me arab put im not pakastanie jus run to yo granny cuz that ho can't stand me i am da man dats y i demand money
three millions and you've never heard of me The Paparazzi shoot me, the the girls, all lose on me But don't shoot hiders, we fight football rivalry The
girl, she's American made (Hotter than an Independence July day) She loves flag-flying, hot apple pie Cold beer at a football game My girl, she's American
hits me (ha ha ha ha....) But now it's laughin at me Yo what the hell is happenin' Please somebody slap me No way not another physical display Somethin' must got me
up layin' Out in the field but the fans keep payin' Understand what I'm sayin'? It's just an Unfriendly Game (This ain't America is it?) (This ain't America
where my faith may get me shot up anywhere i go, whether my city or far abroad, i just wanna show' christ the risen holy god. Send me I'll go, send me I'll go, send me
the world was all just me and Paul playing football in the street And Winnie Cooper was my love I'm watchin' Jerry Springer make me sick As America is
I slowly tiptoe towards the door But she grabs my left arm like I've broken the law Now who am I kidding, I aint her guest But she playing like she got me
fast when i start it already passed the orchestra she loves me and i still believe her making it 200 times harder for me to handle it im coming to america but i aint playing football
s too bad he had to go, But there was a pressure on me too, you know. It wasn't me that made him fall. No, you can't blame me at all." Who killed Davey