Thick American Skin Songtext

von Ryan Montbleau Band

The colors of my country
The colors of a bruise
With fifty stars to signify that no one's born to lose

And the gifts that we are given come bestowed by tired hands
Tied to no known race, religion, nor native of this land
And I am falling into a freedom trail

High as any mountain range as yet unknown
And I am falling into a freedom cheer
Celebrating all the many things that I hold dear
I celebrate this freedom
And I celebrate my home

And I celebrate this fenced in land that we are standing on
Meanwhile the fate of all the world is knocking at the door
And we say, "This is private property, don't come