We were raised by wolvesnAnd we are still wildnAnd we howl when the troubled wind blowsnAnd in the TV's blue lightnOh, assassins will lienEvery wail just a-goin' down slownnSo don't tread on menFor I am your brothernI was born with an American heartnAnd don't tread on hernFor she is your sisternShe was born with an American heartnnAll the people you meetnDown in the streetsnMay be good but they don't wanna knownSo they cover their eyes, fornWho wants to be sad?nLife is sweet at the bottom of the seannAnd don't tread on menFor I am your brothernI was born with an American heartnAnd don't tread on hernFor she is your sisternShe was born with an American heartnnAnd the mothers will cry,nFathers stay up all nightnWith the worry that goes to the bonesnAnd if your God makes warnThen he's no God I known'Cause Christ would not send boys to diennAnd don't tread on menFor I am your brothernI was born with an American heartnAnd don't tread on hernFor she is your sisternShe was born with an American heartnnDon't you get low as hellnWhen the peace dove is fellednBy men with the blackest of mindsnAnd above the dinnLet the sighin' beginnAs we're bound for the longest of daysnnSo don't tread on menFor I am your brothernI was born with an American heartnAnd don't tread on hernFor she is your sisternShe was born with an American heart