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So you want to be an American dream

Just like my older brother

Can you wake before the sun, hunt the game until it's won

And make a golden trade like no other



I always run with vultures and kings

I do my best when there's blood on the street



So you want to fly the friendly private skies

Just like my older brother

Can you think clear, fast, and slow

Know what other vultures don't

And let it trickle down like no other



They tell me now nobody knows me

I try to care what they think of me now