Pack up your guns; you're going to need them
Because outside your house, there's a war
Yea and if you don't look like you don't even breath then
There ain't nothing sacred here anymoreI'm from the USA
USA, USA
I'm from the USA, yea!Lock up your shit so no one can steal it
Because the enemy lives outside your door
At least that's what you're made to believe in
Without fear, you ain't got no controlI'm from the USA
USA, USA
I'm from the USA, yea!You treat 'em like you don't look down
You run out, you just breed more
So send out all you can,
You lose them, you just send moreYou treat 'em like you don't look down
You treat 'em like thatLa la, la la la, la (la la, la la la, la)
La la, la la la, la (la la, la la la, la)Load up your guns!!
Load up your guns!!Ah, don't you know where I come from!?
I'm from the USA!
USA!
USA!
I'm from the USA!Yea! yea! yea! yea!
Yea! yea! yea! yea!
Songwriters
STOCKHAM, SEAN / LOPEZ, ZACHARYPublished by
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