American Made
Give me some antiseptic
To take 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 hard
To ingest the pain
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 the fag
Momma's apple pie got a cockroach in it
Burn the flag with the fag
Momma's apple pie got a cockroach in it
Burn the flag with the fag
Momma's apple pie got a cockroach in it
Burn the flag with the 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 made
American made