American Tradition

Intro D F#m E A (2x) verse 1 D F#m E A He wants to lift weights like a fighter D F#m E A We put the medals on the wall D F#m E A In the room of starving vultures D F#m E A Gold trophies, he got ‘em all verse 2 D F#m E A He wants to be just like his father D F#m E A We play the knife game on the table D F#m E A I bleed to death, it doesn't matter D F#m E A Cuz my baby, he's still the winner [Refrão] D F#m E He holds me in his arms but it’s no good D F#m E Things don’t go like they should D F#m E He holds me in his arms but it’s no good D F#m E Things don’t go like they should verse 3 D F#m E A Sleep on the carpet through the night D F#m E A We're living off a TV dinner D F#m E A Hanging me up by his gold chain D F#m E A He used to be a hockey player verse 4 D F#m E A I used to be a figure skater D F#m E A Cutting my leg with the blade D F#m E A In the blue and red arena D F#m E A Trying to pretend we're the same [Refrão] D F#m E He holds me in his arms but it’s no good D F#m E Things don’t go like they should D F#m E He holds me in his arms but it’s no good D F#m E Things don’t go like they should