paroles de chanson The American Nightmare - ICE NINE KILLS
"Getting
ready
for
bed
at
a
regular
time
is
one
of
the
most
important
habits
you
can
learn
David
has
probably
never
stopped
to
think
what
a
wonderful
thing
sleep
is
Dreams
are
normal
too
Going
to
bed
at
a
regular
time
each
night
makes
it
easier
to
go
right
off
to
sleep"
Rest
your
head,
here's
a
lullaby
A
melody
for
heavy
eyes
Early
to
bed,
early
to
die!
Welcome
to
your
worst
nightmare!
Fast
to
sleep,
it's
all
in
your
head
now!
Past
the
street
where
they
cursed
my
name!
But
I
won't
be
forsaken
Craven
my
revenge
from
the
shallow
grave
where
I
went
down
in
flames
The
beast
has
been
awakened
When
night
comes
creeping
My
cruel
hand
will
rock
you
to
sleep
I'm
the
American
nightmare
with
American
dreams
Of
counting
the
bodies
while
you
count
sheep
I'm
the
American
nightmare,
yeah,
I'm
living
the
dream
I'm
slashing
my
way
through
the
golden
age
of
the
silver
screen
(sweet
dreams,
ah!)
Fell
in
love
with
hate
'cause
evil
fit
like
a
glove,
it's
fate
that
I'm
still
here
And
I
won't
be
forsaken
Wicked
when
I
was
just
a
man
but
sickening
now
and
fed
by
fear!
The
beast
has
been
awakened
No!
They
all
think
it's
just
pretend!
You'll
never,
ever
sleep
again
All
your
friends
are
fucking
dead!
(dead,
dead,
dead)
You
can't
turn
down
your
own
deathbed
When
night
comes
creeping
My
cruel
hand
will
rock
you
to
sleep
I'm
the
American
nightmare
with
American
dreams
Of
counting
the
bodies
while
you
count
sheep
I'm
the
American
nightmare,
yeah,
I'm
living
the
dream
I'm
slashing
my
way
through
the
golden
age
of
the
silver
screen
I'm
the
American
nightmare,
I'm
the
man
of
the
dreams
Where
the
glove
is
God,
so
I'm
sinking
my
claws
in
the
silver
screen
One,
two—
dreams
do
come
true
Three,
four,—
see
you
at
the
morgue
Five,
six—
he'll
get
his
fix
Seven,
eight—
now
shake
the
twisted
hand
of
fate!
No!
Shake
the
twisted
hand
of
fate!
No!
All
your
friends
are
fucking
dead!
(dead,
dead,
dead)
When
night
comes
creeping
My
cruel
hand
will
rock
you
to
sleep
I'm
the
American
nightmare
with
American
dreams
Of
counting
the
bodies
while
you
count
sheep
I'm
the
American
nightmare,
yeah,
I'm
living
the
dream
I'm
slashing
my
way
through
the
golden
age
of
the
silver
screen
I'm
the
American
nightmare,
I'm
the
man
of
your
dreams
Where
the
glove
is
God,
so
I'm
sinking
my
claws
in
the
silver
screen
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