Lyric

Born in the USA

Don't have a middle name

All of his friends cannot pronounce

His registered name

Walking in the big street

Passersby look at him and say

"Buzz off and go back

To your country,monkey"

When you see the people who's like him

You presume

He's from an unexplored territory

Stop thinking

That you are whole world's king

Or you get given up to by your dearest god

Speaking out loud like "It's freedom"

You hold the gun with your blue eyes closed

Your stone cold heart doesn't know that

The large room you want

Makes you shallower

Flying around the world

You bring 'bout the floods

You never follow any romans even in Rome

When you see the people who's like him

You presume

He's from an unexplored territory

Stop thinking

That you are whole world's king

Or you get given up to by your dearest god

Speaking out loud like "It's freedom"

You hold the gun with your blue eyes closed

Your stone cold heart doesn't know that

The large room you want

Makes you shallower