They tied that yellow ribbon 'round the oak tree
And they've worn out all the prayer in their hearts
All along thought they were rooting for the home team
As they're sent into the game and torn apart
We twist this tourniquet upon the pipeline
Who carries all the pain in the world
As we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines, it's clear
On a losing streak from the very start
And that's where they found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me, the American scream
They took that faded ribbon off the old tree
And they've worn out all the hope in their hearts
All along thought I was doing the right thing
Now I'm lying in a pool of my blood
And that's where she found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me
And that's where they found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me, the American scream
The American scream
And that's where they found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me, the American scream
And they've worn out all the prayer in their hearts
All along thought they were rooting for the home team
As they're sent into the game and torn apart
We twist this tourniquet upon the pipeline
Who carries all the pain in the world
As we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines, it's clear
On a losing streak from the very start
And that's where they found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me, the American scream
They took that faded ribbon off the old tree
And they've worn out all the hope in their hearts
All along thought I was doing the right thing
Now I'm lying in a pool of my blood
And that's where she found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me
And that's where they found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me, the American scream
The American scream
And that's where they found me
In the cemetery
A smoking gun in my hand, now I'm damned for the land of the free
Sing with me, the American scream
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Album: This Addiction
This song is widely known to be about a soldier who, upon returning from Afghanistan, shot himself over his mothers grave. Matt Skiba had this to say about the song: “For a long time we were afraid to write overtly political songs but I read this article about a US soldier that came back from a tour of duty in Afghanistan and blew his head off on his mother’s grave and I wrote a song about that.”
La canzone parla di un soldato che, al ritorno dall'Afghanistan, si è sparato sulla tomba della madre. Matt Skiba ha spiegato "A lungo abbiamo avuto paura di scrivere canzoni apertamente politiche, ma ho letto questo articolo di un soldato americano che è tornato da una missione in Afghanistan e si è fatto saltare la testa sulla tomba di sua madre e ho scritto una canzone."