American Made Lyrics

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 inject 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 cockroach in it 

Burn the flag in the fag

Momma's apple pie got cockroach in it 

Burn the flag in the fag

Momma's apple pie got cockroach in it 

Burn the flag with the fag

Momma's apple pie got cockroach in it 

Burn the flag in 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