This thing it happened to my cousin
He pulled up to a red light
Old man pulls up in a sheriff's cap
And the windows were back and down
He looked my cousin straight dead in the eye
Pulled out a gun and shot him
It was a water gun
What the f*ck you bastard?
American dream's alive and well
Displays of power
Even with the seagulls and the divers on the bay
I'm a man, a good one
A loving protector guy
But even I must wear the brand
We sit around being broken
Lock our doors and point our fingers at screens
Numbing our bones with convenience
Summon the dead with incredible speed
When you're such idealists
You grow full of disappointment and fear
Shut your mouth
I said you're bringing me down
With that stuff
American dream's alive and well
Displays of power
Even with the seagulls and the divers on the bay
I'm a man, a good one
A loving protector guy
But even I must wear the brand
The Districts - Loving Protector Guy Lyrics
The Districts - Loving Protector Guy Lyrics
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This thing it happened to my cousin
He pulled up to a red light
Old man pulls up in a sheriff's cap
And the windows were back and down
He looked my cousin straight dead in the eye
Pulled out a gun and shot him
It was a water gun
What the f*ck you bastard?
American dream's alive and well
Displays of power
Even with the seagulls and the divers on the bay
I'm a man, a good one
A loving protector guy
But even I must wear the brand
We sit around being broken
Lock our doors and point our fingers at screens
Numbing our bones with convenience
Summon the dead with incredible speed
When you're such idealists
You grow full of disappointment and fear
Shut your mouth
I said you're bringing me down
With that stuff
American dream's alive and well
Displays of power
Even with the seagulls and the divers on the bay
I'm a man, a good one
A loving protector guy
But even I must wear the brand
He pulled up to a red light
Old man pulls up in a sheriff's cap
And the windows were back and down
He looked my cousin straight dead in the eye
Pulled out a gun and shot him
It was a water gun
What the f*ck you bastard?
American dream's alive and well
Displays of power
Even with the seagulls and the divers on the bay
I'm a man, a good one
A loving protector guy
But even I must wear the brand
We sit around being broken
Lock our doors and point our fingers at screens
Numbing our bones with convenience
Summon the dead with incredible speed
When you're such idealists
You grow full of disappointment and fear
Shut your mouth
I said you're bringing me down
With that stuff
American dream's alive and well
Displays of power
Even with the seagulls and the divers on the bay
I'm a man, a good one
A loving protector guy
But even I must wear the brand
Writer: ROBERT RICHARD GROTE
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network