I'm a red-blooded, roughneck son of a bitch
I'm a goddamned American capitalist
I've got a kill-'em-all, give-a-shit license to hate
I'm that one-shot, one-kill bringer of fate
I don't wanna believe I'm empty
I don't wanna admit I'm wrong
I don't wanna regret who I've become
Where I belong
I'm an American capitalist
American capitalist
Yeah, war is the answer
Like I told you before
You're a coward with no power
Just a stain on the floor
If you're a man, be a man
And stop runnin' your lips
Round 3—no mercy
It's the way of the fist
I don't wanna believe I'm empty
I don't wanna admit I'm wrong
I don't wanna regret who I've become
Where I belong
I'm an American capitalist
American capitalist
I don't wanna believe I'm empty
I don't wanna admit I'm wrong
I don't wanna regret who I've become
Where I belong
I'm an American capitalist
American capitalist
Kažkokia mada užėjo. Kartais būna, kad kokie fragmentai iš roko klasikų nugirstami iš kokio TikToko, ir taip kai kurie užsikabina. Bet smagu, kad jaunimas dar atranda. Tikiuosi, taip visada bus.
Šiaip pastebėjau, jog Mac'us pas mus jauni žmonės pradėjo klausyti, na, per pastaruosius penkis metus. Anksčiau jie Lietuvoje buvo menkai vertinama grupė.