It's all been said, it's all been done The war is over, the battle's won Sour grapes, sweet revenge Heaven starts right where hell ends She was young, seventeen She felt so soft she smelled so clean Her aim was true, her heart was pure... Until the day that her daddy walked out the door She's lookin for a man and so much more But her Uncle Sam sent him off to war
And Little Miss America, in all of your glory She love the paparazzi, she's tryin to sell her story She's gonna write a movie, she wanna be a star But Little Miss America, where did you get that scar?
Desert sun, blazin sand Love in my heart, gun in my hand Lost a leg, killed a man In mortal combat, hand to hand Saw men killed, watched men die So many times that I can't cry It's been eighteen months since I've seen home... I get a purple heart, a good G.I. Loan They say God blesses every child with his own But we're all gonna die in the dark alone
And Little Miss America, in all of your glory She love the paparazzi, she's tryin to sell her story She's gonna write a movie, she wanna be a star But Little Miss America, where did you get that scar?
Back at home, it's kind of strange Ain't nuttin happenin, ain't nuttin changed Same old rules, same old game Still I'm haunted by the names Of all the friends, left behind They weigh so heavy on my mind At night I miss goin out on patrol... The desert went and turned my warm heart cold
And Little Miss America, in all of your glory She love the paparazzi, she's tryin to sell her story She's gonna write a movie, she wanna be a star But Little Miss America, where did you get that scar?
[Outro] Where did you get the scar? [6x]
Compositor: Erik Schrody (Everlast) ECAD: Obra #6057784