Un-American - Anti-Flag

The bottom floor of a cold building

Promised a career and a diamond ring

Glass ceiling above, nothing under her feet

«Honey, just give me a smile, how hard can that be?»

Life at 26 ain’t what she thought it would be

Now she’s waking up from an American dream

No rain falls to a spoiled land

Who is un-American, un-American?

No peace comes from a greedy hand

Who is un-American, un-American?

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh

Factory floor that they told him would stay

Another line sold on another campaign

The churches decay by his grandparents' grave

A town exchanged for the money they saved

Life at 36 ain’t what he thought it would be

Now he’s waking up from an American dream

No rain falls to a spoiled land

Who is un-American, un-American?

No peace comes from a greedy hand

Who is un-American, un-American?

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh

Apartment floor to the stadium

The roar of the crowd and the marching drums

All his life they taught him how to run

Shot in the back, the jury was the gun

No rain falls to a spoiled land

Who is un-American, un-American?

No peace comes from a greedy hand

Who is un-American, un-American?

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh