Todd Clouser: Music

I wrote to a letter to the president, cause I had money for a stamp to waste
I chased the sun to the dirty south, where the news don’t taste the same
I lit my ciga ciga rette in a southern town
Cursed California to the ocean its true true true
I am feelin like a new man higher, Im feelin like a new, Im feelin like a new

You gotta be loud kid to get your way
You gotta learn how to say

I was made by the devil on the 4th of July

I turned my radio numbers low, to find the preachers talking good and straight
I confessed with the book in my hand, but I’m the only one that changed
And I step, step, stepped on a country train
Put all my bills in the good lord’s name
Shook the flag like a bottle in wind, I shook the flag, I shook the flag

Don’t let them get their hands on you kid
They got nothin the words to say

I was made by the devil on the 4th of July

I’m everything you asked of me
Now its time you pay back to me
I’m everything you sold to me
What you gonna give me now

And now I’m sing sing singin like a bird on a wire
Noone listening to a thing I say
Shake the flag like a bottle in wind, I shook the flag, I shook the flag

You put me up with a crown of thorns
I’m the only one left to say

I as made by the devil on the 4th of July