Fall Of the All American
by The Nerve Agents· from Days Of The White Owl
Washed up tough buck into a foreign world. Stole your culture, ridiculed. But you showed them didn't you? A physical wonder, that they pedestaled. Smashed their records, they worshiped you. Hero, hero we love you. And you grew, until they pulled it out from you. Yes the body, it caught up with you. All alone, what to do? Digging ditches, play on through. In a white man's world, who are you? Just a memory. Just a memory. The hero shines and the real man dies. Just a memory. Just a memory. The hero shines and the real man has died. Fall of the All American. Well, we loved you.