An American Dream - Bear McCreary

I'ma just keep watching, I think my heart's stopping Nicotine fiend of a man I was born this way, I'm a government slave And I was raised on stolen land And it's a hard up kinda life Begging the ashtray for nickels and dimes Writing these songs trying to wrap my mind around A bullshit American dream I'm still a six-gun owning, bet the truth hurts, don't it? Won't you catch me if you can? I hope all is well, it'll be a cold day in hell When you pry it from my dying hands 'Cause it's a hard up kinda life When paying your dues don't get you by You're working all week to make some overtime To pay from this bullshit American dream I've heard once to be dreaming Means you've got to be asleep And I've grown tired of counting these sheep I had a dream I was drugged And when I finally woke up I went and blew up my TV 'Cause it's a hard up kinda life You're not allowed to get yourself a natural high Here's a pill to help you sleep, just give it some time Now you're addicted to this bullshit American dream And it's a hard up kind of life Begging the ashtray for nickels and dimes Writing these songs trying to wrap my mind Around a bullshit American dream

Leitið og finnið hugdjarfa menn Til Valhallar þeir fara' og dvelja þar Blóði drifinn valkostur Hornin gjalla Bundnir eru, sóru eið Bölvun hinna sviðnu vængja Leitið og finnið hugdjarfa menn Til Valhallar þeir fara' og dvelja þar Lít und skarða skildi Finn þá vegnu Vængir blakta yfir sálum og Fylgja' í nýjan heim Hátt gjalla hornin og Stríðsdrumbur slá Tónlist hins vængjaða flota

Bjart og dimmt Örlög þræla Dimmt og bjart Og hatur þræla Stríð og hatur þræla Hatur og stríð Dimm og björt Björt og dimm Auðna þrælsins Örlög grimm Guðs plága Ég syndir ber Blóðs bölvun Óbætanleg Ljósi bundin Alla tíð Björt og dimm Og dimm og blíð Hatur þræla og stríð