Team USA

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"Team USA"
Song by American Music Club
Writer(s) Mark Eitzel

"Team USA" is an unreleased song by American Music Club. Two versions were recorded during the Love Songs For Patriots sessions, yet the song did not make the album.

Lyrics

Version One

Why don't you just shut up,
don't you know that we will never listen?
We can shine you with our stars,
we can freeze you with our prisons
We're the rats on a sinking ship,
we'll sell your cruelty like it was dope
It's not money that makes you free,
not the little things that give you hope

Team USA
We don't even try
It takes everything we have to believe in a lie

You're not a tourist here, you don't belong
But you're free to drift across the sidewalks and streets
Frozen seas of ectoplasm and gum
Free to see the world inside a white sheet
And your freedoms, they cost too much
People have to die to pay your hollow shell
You better buy what we're selling you, my dear,
or else you can just go to hell

Team USA
We buy and buy
And we'll never stop paying
We believe in a lie

Got the spirit of uniforms and threats
We like to rap chains at all those who doubt
who are haunted 'cause they can't forget
what being free was supposed to be about
And it's a scream when our master speaks,
you don't wanna look but ooh you must
You can always see him in the faces we break
You can always hear him in the voices we crush

Team USA
will never die
Everyone becomes a ghost
who believes in a lie

After all our prisoners are released
will they bring us the benefit of all they learned?
Like the anchor that chains us to the beast,
the future we are very happy to burn

Team USA
We're flying so high
You give us everything we need
to believe in a lie
to believe in a lie

Version Two

Team USA are locking up their hearts
They know the heart is the biggest traitor
Team USA are losing a war
and now they're suspicious of any good behavior
They're like rats on a sinking ship
they know only cruelty gives them hope
They wanna be the city or at least its bitch
Money makes you free, not your vote

Yeah they gave up
Now they don't wanna try
It takes everything you have
to believe in a lie

If you're not a tourist here, you don't belong
But you're free to drift across the sidewalks and streets
Frozen seas of ectoplasm and chewing gum
Free to get numb, see the world inside a white sheet
Free to have the freedom to forget
Because they'll make you pay whatever truth you tell
You better buy what they sell you, my dear,
or else you can just go to hell

Now they gave up
and now they just buy and buy
and you never stop paying
when you believe in a lie

They're all buying uniforms and threats
They wanna rattle chains at all those who still doubt
who are haunted 'cause they just can't forget
what being free was supposed to be about
Now see the chill in the air when the master speaks
You don't wanna look, but ooh, you must
You can always see him in the faces they break
You can always hear him in the voices they crush

Yeah, they gave up
but it takes them so long to die
Everyone becomes a ghost
who believes in a lie

After the soldiers and prisoners are released
Will they bring us the benefit of what they learned
Yeah the anchor that chains us to the beast
a history we were happy to burn

Team USA
You can't touch 'em, they always fly so high
They'll sell you liquor and pills
to help you believe in a lie
to believe in a lie

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