Baby I was born in the USA
But I didn't start the fire
Spent a lot of time keeping fear at bay
But I'm not blaming Jesus Christ
But I don't even know my own blood type
Little bit of love at seventeen
Been downhill ever since
You better watch your mouth
When you're talking to me
Because it goes in the back of my head
And I won't even look you in the eyes
I don't even know my own blood type
Made a few friends in Tennessee
But I'll die in West Virginia
Convince myself I'm a communist
But I take and I take
And I take you for granted
Cleaning corners of my mind
But I don't even know my own blood type
You see straight through crooked lines
Of hotel keys and sugar highs
You cut right to the truth
Hold me down with common sense
Christmas trees and chain link fences
You cut right to the truth
You're slowly getting through
