All-American Guts

I set out, dead-eyed, clocking
Where mercy mountain left with
Useless as her uniform
I swore I’d worn it out before she was
What she’s become but what she’s not
Is silence from a warning shot
Says, “That’s what shouting does
For now, I’m done with shutting up, cause

I’ll try anything once
Got all-American guts

He said out loud I’m fed up
And hungry for something
To feel like war after a while
I swore I’d watch her from the aisles before
He got in red-tipped get-up
Got out and raisеd his fist up
In it was his history
A list of who he’d slept between, it rеads:

"I’ll try anything once
I got an American gut"
But that just don’t mean much
To have all-American guts

I sit at megaphone meals
And three-course silent films
It feels like more after a moment
Swore this wasn’t what I wanted but

I’ll try anything once
Yeah, I’ve tried everything once
But that doesn’t have to mean much
To have all-American guts

Well I don’t wanna do much

But I’ll try anything once