Lyrics for song title: AMERICA
Artist: TOTAL DICKS
I don't know about every day
I sit back and pretend to pray
But I never mean anything I say or do
Money, Chicks and all the rest
Still nothing in my chest
Maybe a smile, a tear, some fear, and a rage or two
What do I do
This city is a zoo
Why be a war whore when plenty need to die right here
Right Now - Someone tell me how
Tell me how I take the masses and
Get back my America
Crouching down beside my door
Paranoia is such a chore
I better learn how to breathe through chlor-o-form
No one else will take a stand
So I'll take things in my own hands
Annhialiation of the Urban Nation should be the norm
(I want it by storm)
Why be a war whore when plenty need to die
Right Now - Someone tell me how
Tell me how I take the masses and
Get back my America
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Copyright 2007 Anand Bhatt (ASCAP)
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