Lyrics: American Made

give me some antiseptic to wash this headache away
and 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 healthy that I can infect
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 grave in an American grave