Letra de The American Nightmare (Live in Lowell / 2022)
Does Massachusetts want more? Getting ready for bed at a regular time Is one of the most important habits you can learn David has probably never stopped to think What a wonderful thing sleep is Dreams are normal too Going to bed at a regular time each night Makes it easier to go right off to sleepRest your head, here's a lullaby A melody for heavy eyes Early to bed, early to die Welcome to your worst nightmare (Go)This is your last chance Massachusetts Let's go Fast asleep, it's all in your head now Past the street where they cursed my name But I won't be forsaken Craven my revenge from the shallow grave Where I went down in flames The beast has been awakenedWhen night comes creeping My cruel hand will rock you to sleepI'm the American nightmare with American dreams Of countin' the bodies while you count sheep I'm the American nightmare, yeah, I'm livin' the dream I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream Sweet dreams (No) I need you to get your claws up in the sky, MassachusettsFell in love with hate 'cause evil fit like a glove It's fate that I'm still here And I won't be forsaken Wicked when I was just a man But sickening now and fed by fear The beast has been awakened now They all think it's just pretend (What is it?) You'll never, ever sleep again All your friends are fucking dead You can't turn down your own deathbedWhen night comes creeping My cruel hand will rock you to sleepI'm the American nightmare with American dreams Of countin' the bodies while you count sheep I'm the American nightmare, yeah, I'm livin' the dream I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh I'm the American nightmare I'm the man of the dreams Where the glove is God So I'm sinking my claws in the silver screamOne, two, dreams do come true (Scream it) Three, four, see you at the morgue (Send us) Five, six, he'll get his fix (To fucking Hell) Seven, eight, shake the twisted hand of fate No! Shake the twisted hand of fate (No!) All your friends are fucking dead (One more time, motherfuckers)When night comes creeping My cruel hand will rock you to sleepI'm the American nightmare with American dreams Of countin' the bodies while you count sheep I'm the American nightmare, yeah, I'm living' the dream I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Get 'em up!) Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Get 'em up! Get 'em up!) I'm the American nightmare I'm the man of the dreams Where the glove is God So I'm sinking my claws in the silver screamYou want one more?