[ADmoney]   I know you all just wanna hear some, mellow laid back something for the   heart   You know what I'm saying   That good old American pride      [Scotty Edge]   Well I'm American this I'm American that   From the cold water flat and my emigrant cap   Never turn your back cause these colours don't run   When it's time to go to war you better man them guns   Cause the older the fiddle the sweeter the tune   I ain't no senators son born with no silver spoon   It's the first man on the moon   Don't like it don't stay   It's the good ol' Lordz of Brookln from the U-S of A      [Chorus]   I'm a Lord, Lord to the day that I die   A real man drives a Chevy, drinks a Bud when he's dry   Taste the whole apple pie, cause the limits the sky   I'm a Lord to the day that I die   Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die   I'm a Lord to the day that I die   Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die      [ADmoney]   Well I'm American and yo I'll die for the pride   It's the star spangled ban-ner right in your eye   Here to serve your ass with some straight up grass   Right out the still hit you hard real fast   Put down my cloddy let's get it on   Put up your dukes I'm gonna drop that bomb   I'm not here to speak but to speak upon a lesson   Raise my flag high put my hand on my chest   and the gun on my back and I'm off to the war   To settle the score   Right or wrong   Here's to the men lost in Vietnam   This one goes out to my Sis and my Mom      [Chorus]   I'm a Lord, Lord to the day that I die   A real man drives a Chevy, drinks a Bud when he's dry   Taste the whole apple pie, cause the limits the sky   I'm a Lord to the day that I die   Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die   I'm a Lord to the day that I die   Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die      [Kaves]   Once upon a time in America   Real men drove a Chevy not an Acura   Do you think you're tough I might laugh at ya   Cause my aim is quite spectacular      [Scotty Edge]   Well it's the blue collar, barber shop pallor   I trust in God like the almighty dollar   We be taking a stand like the quiet man   An American band we're coming to your land   With some proud about our past shit   Some hard working class shit   On Sunday go to mass and on Monday kick your ass shit   From sea to frigging sea we're being all we can be   I said A Tree Grows In Brooklyn it's about a family   My mother out the window hanging clothes on the line   My father on the job who never crossed the picket line   My crew in the joint who gotta fight to do their time   If you listen to the words then you'll understand the rhyme      [Chorus]      (Kid talking till fadeout)   "I'm a Lord to the day that I die   Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die"