Текст песни Nicole Dollanganger - American tradition

He wants to lift weights like a fighterWe put the medals on the wallIn the room of starving vulturesGold trophies, he got 'em allHe wants to be just like his fatherWe play the knife game on the tableI bleed to death, it doesn’t matter'Cause my baby, he’s still the winnerHe holds me in his arms, but it’s no goodThings don’t go like they shouldHe holds me in his arms, but it’s no goodThings don’t go like they should

Sleep on the carpet through the nightWe’re living off a TV dinnerHanging me up by his gold chainHe used to be a hockey playerI used to be a figure skaterCutting my leg with the bladeIn the blue and red arenaTrying to pretend we’re the sameHe holds me in his arms, but it’s no goodThings don’t go like they shouldHe holds me in his arms, but it’s no goodThings don’t go like they should
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