God bless America, land that I
Stand beside her, and guide her, through the night with the light up above
From the mountain, to the prairie, through the ocean white with foam
God bless America, my home sweet home!
Sick with the image
That you see every morning...
The girl with the long, greasy hair,
As they spit and curse at her,
While she stomps down the road...
No one likes the rebel,
No one likes the screamer.
She sings with her lungs,
And screams with her voice,
She makes people sick
When she pastes her crooked smile on her face.
While she passes everyone,
Praying to their god,
Singing about their freedom,
They dont actually know what "free" is.
Suicidal notes and goodbye hugs,
Sign real big at the bottom of the page
because your sick of getting FUCKED by your own liberty..
That's when you'll bow down to the girl
With the long greasy hair.
And watch as god fucks america.