Baby, I was born in the USA
But I didn't start the fire
Spent a lot of time keeping fear at bay
But I'm not blaming Jesus Christ

But I don't even know my own blood type

Little bit of love at seventeen
Been downhill ever since
Better watch your mouth when you're talkin' to me
'Cause it goes in the back of my head
And I won't even look you in the eyes

I don't even know my own blood type

Made a few friends in Tennessee
But I'll die in West Virginia
Convinced myself I'm a communist
But I take and I take and I take you for granted (ooh)
Cleaning corners of my mind

But I don't even know my own blood type

But you see straight through crooked lines
And hotel keys and sugar highs
And you
You cut right to the truth
Hold me down with common sense
Or Christmas trees and chain-link fences
You
You cut right to the truth
You
You're slowly getting through