Newspoem
23 June 2000
Honorary Newspoet Bruce Springsteen

American Skin

41 shots
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41 shots
41 shots and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your American skin
41 shots
41 shots
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Laina gets her son ready for school
She says now on these streets Charles
You got to understand the rules
Promise me if an officer stops you that you'll always
be polite
Never ever run away,
Promise me you'll keep your hands in sight
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your American skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it in your heart?
Is it in your eyes?
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
41 shots and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots I got my boots caked with this mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in your American skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots

©Copyright Bruce Springsteen 2000

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