Lyrics:
the freedoms that they gave
Or do we proudly salute it and say long may you wave
This is the fabric of America
Its been sewn by strong hands
The fabric
Time to take it back to the gutter
The queen of hip-hop soul
Oohh, live your life 'cause life is love
Always thank the man above (thank you, uh)
America better than you
Hey Uncle Sam
I was raised a man
By a daddy who went to Vietnam
I guess he's doing better than his buddies on The Wall?
But old
From the album the hurdy gurdy man
In Tangier down a windy street
Where beggars meet and on old rags do sleep
The women dressed in soiled white
by the wild geese,
The silence it did tear,
Sticks swung in violence,
You america murdered there
Hey hey, young america murdered there.
As one soul lay
chest
these are men Americas best
one hundred men will test today but
only three win the Green Beret
trained to live off natures land
trained in combat
Statue of Liberty
Outside of Birmingham
Stands by the highway
Raises its lily white hand
Boatloads of people
Rush to America's Birmingham
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
how it seemed
ten years the lie survives
fucking with american lives
reduced to pawns in a power play
too long they've suffered
not for america
The ancient pharaohs were not to bright they say
But they made one contribution that I live by to this day
It's the food pyramid and it's approved by
Morning America can you hear my voice
It’s your unwanted child that didn’t have a choice
Of coming to America like Prince Akeem
You stole me to live Your
American people America needs you
American lives are at stake here
America teases America cheats us
America’s fate is American made
God bless America, God
to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
are growing
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets
are growing
We're the kids in America
Whoa
We're the kids in America
Whoa
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3AM
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3AM
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3AM
the churches while you can
Port-a-loos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie [sound-alikes]
It's good to live in
America the beautiful; we take what we need
Untroubled by the tears that fall, alabaster cities gleam
With profits made from human lives, a stain that won't
The sound of that Christmas Eve
Will live on and on
We sang all the old carols,
The hymns she loved to hear
And she played them over, one by one,
From memory,
Staring out at the old man
Watching the trains go by
Well, he lives his life on promises
But I'm afraid the promise is all he's got
You know
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