U.S.A.

Born and raised on U.S.A. Nothing seems to go my way, my way Bought and taught to run away Hide and seek, play all day, all day And you have to hand it to me I've been writing all new history And you have to hand it to me I've been writing all new history Every night is like a dream Nothing here is what it seems, it seems Every minute drags along Working hours seem so long, so long And you have to hand it to me I've been writing all new history And you have to hand it to me I've been writing all new history And you have to hand it to me I've been writing all new history And you have to hand it to me I've been writing all new history And you have to hand it to me I've been writing all new history