The American Dream Lyrics

Well, I came from California

With a twinkle in my eye

A few bucks in my pocket

And my eye on the prize

Headed east to West Virginia

Where the land goes on for miles

Hoping I could meet the perfect girl

That could add to my style

Took a job as a ranch hand

To begin my story

After a few years of shoveling

I left for my glory

Me and the misses bought some land

That we could make our own

The perfect setting for my tale

This house became a home

I never looked back even one time

I finally found some place to be free

With a seven acre plot and a white picket fence

Well for me that's the American dream

Six years and three children

I'm bored and unfulfilled

I'm desperate for anything

That could give me a thrill

Something to get adrenaline

Pumping through these veins

Something kinda like heroin

A feeling that's the same

I took my classic Springfield

To the room of my first child

The blood of two and three

Has given me my first smile

In what feels like fifteen years

Why did I never think of this

I guess I'll turn to my wife now

Cause I'm finished with the kids

So now I love killing women

And I guess I have no problem killing kids

And if you ask me now how I might feel

I'd say the American dream is this

La da da da, la da da da

Arthur Morgan deserved better

That ties into the whole message

Cause it's a country song and we're both outlaws

On the run from the law now

In my 69 charger

The thought seemed obsolete

But the payoff was larger

Where do I go, where do I hide

Do I make one final stand

So I pulled in front of a Walmart

Come on fellas it's the end

Well the bullets were a-blazing

The blood was everywhere

Everyone was screaming

All the children were scared

I left seven officers dead

But a burning in my chest

Left a bitter taste of blood

I guess it's time to rest

Well I finally achieved what I wanted

Something I searched for my whole life

So gather round the TV and turn on the news

To see my American dream tonight