Freedom the naked power Weakened by the ages Raped but not forgotten All its supple secrets Gods and liberations Those that try to use it Are those who try to sheath it Wide awake
Yes I am the American Man Yes I am the American Man Yes I am the American Man
Free men haunted by the music Ghosts of generations Beat the drums for freedom Those who toiled and suffered Now those they try to smother Wide awake
Yes I am the American Man Yes I am the American Man Yes I am the American Man
Where to begin Bred to win Where do I go The soul worn off my skin So... I cut out the hole In my soul I know is you So are we ready Ready to lose I know I feel, feel, feel
Inside the walls Inside the walls
The iron walls protect the souls of my old boots
Yes I am the American Man Yes I am the American Man Yes I am the American Man |