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American Teenage Holocaust [To Mel Sembler With Love]

Reckless Saints
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Reckless Saints


Trap me in your factory - sow me in your rows
American teenage holocaust, 1980s, underneath your nose

I tried to evaporate it - years of blocking it out
I'm most sorry for the ones I love who have to suffer for it now
Oh, they suffer for it

Throw me in your fiery corner, on a Friday night, feed me to your demons
Ha - slam my head on the floor, but anymore there ain't but one thought
That could wake me screaming that's

Living in the hallow shell of Mel Sembler
Hey, Mr. Sembler... Melvin Sembler... Mr. Ambassador
How do you feel? How do you feel?
Living so well on derailing my development... How do you feel?

I guess there'll never be no consequences for your crimes
or the time that you stole
That I've been trying to regain in vain since escaping your
invisible children's hell hole

Shut me in a warehouse nobody knows about and throw away the key
Spit on my face, chip away at my last grain of dignity
Erase my identity

Sit me on your front row, ram your fist in my back
Keep saying you love me and force you to tell me that I love you back
As you paint all my windows black

Make me sing nursey rhymes of your praises all day and all night
Keep scrubbing my brain 'til I'm sane, a fine citizen and whiter-than-white
Well I think alright despite

Having lived in the hell of the fetid shell of Mel Sembler
Hey, Mr Sembler...
How do you feel (about and because)
How do you feel (about and because)
Living so high on the lie you told my mother so long ago
How do you feel??

I guess there'll never be no consequences for your crimes or the time that you stole
I guess my chances of that are the same as you gaining a soul

Melvin and Betty? You never even said you're sorry
I guess you got away with it
Oh, my goodness! What's under the rug?

Just never forget, never forget all the children in the big nothing
The hopelessness of the big nothing
So many lost to the big nothing
To the darkness of the...

It happened in America. It happened right here.
People, it happened in America



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