Unsung Hero sings his cowboy songs
In the White House 'til the break of dawn
Sun crown rays risin' up
Rolling rocks are in his cup
Embers dancing though a fog of fame
Uncle Sam sung a call to Freedom
Said. "Make an honest dollar for the day"
Well my boots are dirty but my vibes are clean
Wide awake in the American Dream
Wave the flag up high and let freedom ring
Why would you ask for change
When you can have a bill?
My Red, White Blues
Have come at last
I need to have my fill
Reload
Replenish
Pop
Your one shot
Kill. Kill. Kill
Saw a dove make love to a crow I know
On America's favorite sitcom show
Bottom of the barrel is my self esteem
Searching for God through a TV screen
Dying to know if he becomes her man
Find myself a girl and have a child
Earn a few rewards for every mile
'Cuz living ain't cheap but these dreams are free
Cardboard cutout of a family
Look at my smile. I'm as happy as it can be
Why would you ask for change
When you can have a bill?
My Red, White Blues
Have come at last
I need to have my fill
Reload
Replenish
Pop
Your one shot
Kill. Kill. Kill
Cash me out six feet beneath the ground
Will the world still keep on turning 'round?
Refuse to a hospital liturgy
Pissin' on the pages of history
Drinking up Knowledge, Bliss and Eternity
Evil Reptilians on their final toil
Pollute their bloodline with its very oil
Illuminati puppet 33rd degree
Monsanto seeds in their ancestry
Set them all on fire and hear them scream
Why would you ask for change
When you can have a bill?
My Red, White Blues
Have come at last
I need to have my fill
Reload
Replenish
Pop
Your one shot
Kill. Kill. Kill
Jamil Apostol - My Red White Blues Lyrics
Jamil Apostol - My Red White Blues Lyrics
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Unsung Hero sings his cowboy songs
In the White House 'til the break of dawn
Sun crown rays risin' up
Rolling rocks are in his cup
Embers dancing though a fog of fame
Uncle Sam sung a call to Freedom
Said. "Make an honest dollar for the day"
Well my boots are dirty but my vibes are clean
Wide awake in the American Dream
Wave the flag up high and let freedom ring
Why would you ask for change
When you can have a bill?
My Red, White Blues
Have come at last
I need to have my fill
Reload
Replenish
Pop
Your one shot
Kill. Kill. Kill
Saw a dove make love to a crow I know
On America's favorite sitcom show
Bottom of the barrel is my self esteem
Searching for God through a TV screen
Dying to know if he becomes her man
Find myself a girl and have a child
Earn a few rewards for every mile
'Cuz living ain't cheap but these dreams are free
Cardboard cutout of a family
Look at my smile. I'm as happy as it can be
Why would you ask for change
When you can have a bill?
My Red, White Blues
Have come at last
I need to have my fill
Reload
Replenish
Pop
Your one shot
Kill. Kill. Kill
Cash me out six feet beneath the ground
Will the world still keep on turning 'round?
Refuse to a hospital liturgy
Pissin' on the pages of history
Drinking up Knowledge, Bliss and Eternity
Evil Reptilians on their final toil
Pollute their bloodline with its very oil
Illuminati puppet 33rd degree
Monsanto seeds in their ancestry
Set them all on fire and hear them scream
Why would you ask for change
When you can have a bill?
My Red, White Blues
Have come at last
I need to have my fill
Reload
Replenish
Pop
Your one shot
Kill. Kill. Kill
In the White House 'til the break of dawn
Sun crown rays risin' up
Rolling rocks are in his cup
Embers dancing though a fog of fame
Uncle Sam sung a call to Freedom
Said. "Make an honest dollar for the day"
Well my boots are dirty but my vibes are clean
Wide awake in the American Dream
Wave the flag up high and let freedom ring
Why would you ask for change
When you can have a bill?
My Red, White Blues
Have come at last
I need to have my fill
Reload
Replenish
Pop
Your one shot
Kill. Kill. Kill
Saw a dove make love to a crow I know
On America's favorite sitcom show
Bottom of the barrel is my self esteem
Searching for God through a TV screen
Dying to know if he becomes her man
Find myself a girl and have a child
Earn a few rewards for every mile
'Cuz living ain't cheap but these dreams are free
Cardboard cutout of a family
Look at my smile. I'm as happy as it can be
Why would you ask for change
When you can have a bill?
My Red, White Blues
Have come at last
I need to have my fill
Reload
Replenish
Pop
Your one shot
Kill. Kill. Kill
Cash me out six feet beneath the ground
Will the world still keep on turning 'round?
Refuse to a hospital liturgy
Pissin' on the pages of history
Drinking up Knowledge, Bliss and Eternity
Evil Reptilians on their final toil
Pollute their bloodline with its very oil
Illuminati puppet 33rd degree
Monsanto seeds in their ancestry
Set them all on fire and hear them scream
Why would you ask for change
When you can have a bill?
My Red, White Blues
Have come at last
I need to have my fill
Reload
Replenish
Pop
Your one shot
Kill. Kill. Kill
Writer: Jann Apostol
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid