American Shame Lyrics - Fury In The Slaughterhouse

Today, I met JFK 

I found him by the way 

Yes, he looked a little strange 

But he said he was okay 

I asked him bout the bullets 

He said, he didn't bother 

This shit is too long ago 

You ask my brother 

So, I went back on the road 

Looking out for bob 

I've been looking now for seven days 

I think that it's a flop 

So, I believe we won't find out 

From where the bullets came 

And all that's left is just a big heap 

I saw him on the TV 

They said, he stabbed his wife 

So, they put him on the frontage 

And they ruined his life 

No matter if he's guilty 

The matter is his black 

A football hero movie star 

And maybe he's on crack 

Your private life on TV 

Get ready for the game 

Of American shame 

That's the name of the game 

Of American shame 

Get ready for American shame 

American shame