Build up your creditBuild up your self esteemBuild up your bank accountMoving up in the sceneEveryone's living the American Dream read more

Build up your creditBuild up your self esteemBuild up your bank accountMoving up in the sceneEveryone's living the American Dream so we canBuild up an armyAnd SMASH it to pieces!

The light may be fading on the 20th century, but the sun is still
rising on America.

The light may be fading on the 20th century, but the sun is still
rising on America.

Republics are created by the virtue, public spirit, and intelligence of the citizens. They fall, when the wise are banished read more

Republics are created by the virtue, public spirit, and intelligence of the citizens. They fall, when the wise are banished from the public councils, because they dare to be honest, and the profligate are rewarded, because they flatter the people in order to betray them.

When asked what State he hails from,
Our sole reply shall be,
He comes from Appomattox
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When asked what State he hails from,
Our sole reply shall be,
He comes from Appomattox
And its famous apple tree.

O, Columbia, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine read more

O, Columbia, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot's devotion,
A world offers homage to them.

"The name of American, which belongs to you, in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of Patriotism.... read more

"The name of American, which belongs to you, in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of Patriotism.... It should be the highest ambition of every American to extend his views beyond himself, and to bear in mind that his conduct will not only affect himself, his country, and his immediate posterity; but that its influence may be co-extensive with the world, and stamp political happiness or misery on ages yet unborn." --George Washington

This is my home. Home is where the disease is. As long as I stay in America, I'll never run read more

This is my home. Home is where the disease is. As long as I stay in America, I'll never run out of subjects for songs.

A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not
yet hardened into the bone read more

A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not
yet hardened into the bone of manhood.

The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy read more

The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches toss'd.