Yeah, land of the free Home of the hard, home of the tough Survivors
We some gun toting, church going Eighteen wheel rolling Bag slangin', flag waving At the dinner table praying Old school yard fighting Beer drinking, hell-raising Hard working, blue collar Earn it all, due paying Illegal weed smoking Dope cooking dirt dealers On the corner Bible preachers Hollywood dream seekers Muddy water swimming in Rock and roll all the time Straight from the assembly line
[Chorus] And that's how it's made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A A manufactured dream, a fraction of us need We got it made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A Isn't it great, how we got it made?
We some nine to five back breaking Food stamp line waiting Convict time giving Underage time taking Neighborhood gang-banging Subway graffiti painting Big cars, street stars Young dirty money making Old money home taking Clothes in the yard throwing Late on the rent paying Foul mouth word saying One-way street paving road to success But you gotta do some concrete laying
She's been eating lies we fed her She'd be full, but nothing’s helping Knew she wanted something better Still she took a second helping Now she’s well-known, broke, and cold Fendi jackets full of holes And no one knows
Single mother child raising From a stripper pole swinging Daughter's in the red light Coats for the cold season She don't speak, no reason why Because no one will ever know
And that's how it's made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A It's every mother's dream to see her daughter on her knees But we got it made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A Isn't it great, how we got it made?
That's how it's made in the U.S.A That's how it's made We got it made You know we got it made