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Rewrite of Richie Sambora's Made In America

We make 'em in America

Ever since the dawn of our country's time

Line 'em up like robots in factories

And we have the nerve to ask

Why they keep on crossing each and every line

Listening to the underground radio

They're raising up every Muslim kid

How can we ever be alright?

Even a small town solider boy

He can get jaded and mean

Turning on everything

In the American dream

Forgets his conscience

In a world full of outta control extremes

Fresh outta high school

Only 18

You tell me

How it's ever gonna be alright

Blinded by a man man's vision

Can there ever be any turning back?

Or like a runaway train

Are we gonna go down?

Crashing off the track

Sometimes I doubt we'll ever make it out

Outta this mess alive

But the president just keeps on ignoring

A problem growing

Hanging on

Every night is it useless to pray to Jesus?

Have we really fallen so far

On the side of wrong

Are we gonna be alright?

Will we land on our feet?

We're makin' 'em in America

Bringin' 'em up on every street

Good old fashioned indepence

Enough for you and me

But for them

A dictarship is perfered

Makin' 'em in  America

Yeah, we're makin' 'em in America

*spoken*

The present to destory our future

Gotta start fighting back

Caring more about policis

The the latest Kardisna bullshit

Dumber and dumber

It seems that each one that turns 21

The real music of Lennon they shun

For the freakshow antics of whoever is raping

Country or rapping some nonsense

At the moment

And now younger  and younger

Those bullies are forcing our kids

Onto the wrong end of a gun

Got no more creative inspiration

We steal whatever ideas we can get

To the good life we used to have

Have we really said forever goodbye?

Will we ever again be alright?

Guess we'll all have to lose our innocence

Before of sanity

We can once more take hold

9/11

Oh if we had known then 

What we know now

Feels like we're all headed

Into another endless war so cold

Well we can kiss those younger, better days goodbye

Even through it breaks the heart

(Does it break your heart?)

NWO

New World Order 

Gotta adjust to some growing pains

All of us

Alone in their own way

Driving blind in the dark

Are we ever again gonna be alright?

Like cats can we land back on our feet?

Knowing what we do

We make 'em in America

Bring 'em up on every street

Facin' up

Can't be afraid

To be facin' up

To the fact

We're slowly day by  day

Losing every last bit of our freedom

Guess we'll all have to lose our innocence

Before of sanity

We can once more take hold

9/11

Oh if we had known then

What we know now

Feels like we're all headed

Into another endless war so cold

Are we ever again gonna be alright?

Like cats land on our feet

After the final realization sinks in

We're makin' 'em in  America

Gotta face up

To what we're makin' 'em

Our younger generation turning into

The death  of the American dream

Makin' 'em in America

Yeah too long

We've been makin' 'em in America

Ladies and gentlemen

You tell me

Is it too late?

To stop makin' 'em in America

Makin' 'em in America

2013 Ramona Thompson