Lyric American Made

Give me some antiseptic
To wash this headache away
Give me a syringe
To inject the pain
Give me something pretty I hope I ll never be
I d rather be creepy and very strange
Give me a cake that I can mix and bake
In a Betty Crocker oven that I will break

Bake it up and we will
Stab Stab Stab
Come on, don t be afraid
We will make you
Stab Stab Stab
My world is evil but American made

Give me something easy that I can complicate
Something healthy that I can infect
Give me a mate in a crippled state
With Halloween teeth that I can break

Bake it up and we will
Stab Stab Stab
Come on, don t be afraid
We will make you
Stab Stab Stab
My world is evil but American made

Momma s apple pie got a cockroach in it
Burn the flag with a fag
Momma s apple pie got a cockroach in it
Burn the flag with a fag
Momma s apple pie got a cockroach in it
Burn the flag with a fag
Momma s apple pie got a cockroach in it
Burn the flag with a fag

Bake it up and we will
Stab Stab Stab
Come on, don t be afraid
We will make you
Stab Stab Stab
My world is evil but American made
American made
American grave
in an American grave