Y8W1 Made in the USA
http://www.soundclick.com/JamesSundaySongWritersGroup=====LATEST VERSION======
-chapter one .....Needing love-
I was made to get through to you ‘cause no one else could
I was made to get through to you ‘cause nothing else would
I was made to bring you up to date on what’s going down
Here’s a good bye kiss -chapter two ..... Finding love- ‘cause you won’t be around
I was made to serve justice; I was made to fight crime
I was made to learn to know and love the criminal mind
I was made to do it quickly but slower could be fun
For a felony in progress; for the boy who loves his guns
I was made to make it personal to make the ending count
I was made to make it business and leave the feelings out
I was made to make it obvious; logical or not
Come out in a blaze and give it all I got
I was made for the fight in the right to bear arms
I was made for crime scenes, siren screams, car alarms
I was made for the perps in the burbs of suburbia
A shot heard round the world from the halls of disturbia
-chapter three ..... Using love-
Chorus
Bang! Bang! Bite the bullet. Listen when I say
I was made in the USA
Last man standing gets another day to play
I was made in the USA
I was made in the USA
-chapter four ..... Abusing love-
I was made to pull the trigger make the itchy finger happy
I was made to make the children bleed now tell me who’s your daddy?
I was made to draw the line tearing heart and soul to pieces
Get ready for your close up; rest in peace
I was made to kill exceptional people with ease
I was made to nullify the need to say please
I was made to bring you down; there ain’t nowhere left to run
I was made to find the heart ‘cause I haven’t got one
-chapter five ....Losing love-
-chapter six ..... A lovely ending-
=====Original Version=====
I was made to get through to you ‘cause no one else could
I was made to get through to you ‘cause nothing else would
I was made to bring you up to date on what’s going down
Here’s a good bye kiss ‘cause you won’t be around
I was made to serve justice; I was made to fight crime
I was made to learn to know and love the criminal mind
I was made to do it quickly but slower could be fun
For the man who hates his mother; for the boy who loves his guns
I was made to make it personal to make the ending count
I was made to make it business and leave the feelings out
I was made to make it obvious; logical or not
Come out in a blaze and give it all I got
I was made to pull the trigger make the itchy finger happy
I was made to make the children bleed now tell me who’s your daddy?
I was made to draw the line tearing heart and soul to pieces
Get ready for your close up; rest in peace -yeah
Chorus
Bang! Bang! Bite the bullet. Listen when I say
I was made in the USA
Last man standing gets another day to play
I was made in the USA
I was made in the USA
I was made to tag along in the right to bare arms
I was made to serenade siren screams and car alarms
I was made as a reminder of the human condition
The hand of God and man on a cosmic collision
I was made to kill exceptional people with ease
I was made to substitute the need to say please
I was made to help the martyr find his place in the sun
I was made to find the heart ‘cause I haven’t got one