Papa Roach - American dreams

^GIt ^Dfeels ^Bmlike, American Dreams ^Gcaught on fire ^GWe’re tearing down the white picket fences A soldier bleeds, and a soldier ^Gdies ^GHave you ever thought that war was a sickness ^DI’m a son of it, fucked up from it ^GCasualty of my family ‘cause of it ^BmWe dare to dream, or live to ^Gdie Reunited by the truth at the right ti^Dmme

^N.C.Something’s wrong here ^N.C.Or so it seems ^N.C.Cause I’m not sleeping in

American ^BmDreams, ^F#mAmerican ^Glies We’re ^Dtrying to ^Bmsee through the ^F#msmoke in our ^Geyes So give me ^Athe ^Bmtruth Don’t ^F#mtell me your ^Glies Cause it’s ^Dharder to ^Bmbreathe When you’re ^F#mburied ^Galive By Ameri^Acan ^DDreams

^BmWith every bullet hole, there’s a blood stain ^GAnother family that’s struggling to keep sane ^BmCause their neighborhood, ^Dain’t a safe place ^GGot us all wearing ^Dblack every Sunday ^BmAnd I’m growing numb ^Dto the violence ^GSing along to the sounds of the sirens ^BmWe’re trying to keep ^F#ourselves alive ^GBut it’s hard to get by when it feels ^Alike

^N.C.Something’s wrong here ^N.C.Or so it seems ^N.C.Cause I’m not sleeping in

American ^BmDreams, ^F#mAmerican ^Glies We’re ^Dtrying to ^Bmsee through the smoke in our ^F#meyes ^GSo give me the ^Bmtruth Don’t tell me your ^F#mlies ^GCause it’s harder ^Dto ^Bmbreathe When you’re buried ^Dalive By ^AAmerican ^DDreams

^DCause I’m not sleeping in American ^BmDreams, American ^Dlies^G We’re ^Dtrying to see through the smoke in our ^Geyes So give me the ^Bmtruth Don’t tell me ^Dyour ^Glies Cause it’s harder ^Dto ^Bmbreathe When you’re buried a^Glive By American ^BmDrea^Gms^{D Bm G} By American ^BmDre^Dam^Gs ^{D Bm F#m G}