yo, this all came one time , when I was on a plane back, back to Los Angeles coming from somewhere and I sat next to lady, and she was telling me some things, you know I remember her verbatum but I do remember of the things she said it was like she
as we know it is about to change I smell it within the air, the weather is getting up sedated and numb from the pain The sickness in America has spread to her
She is no longer fit to good decisions She is completely blind and void of any She parties hard and she keeps her concious mind in Therefore headed for the ultamite collision
She can no longer the scars on her face the innocence now is hard to replace she has no shame, no remorse or any She embraces the and she hates other race
Ms America, the the free within the cracks I wish you could see
She buried her misery society it's obvious you no regard for me
That's why you up in the of America In the of America Broken in the of America in the of America in the brain of in the body of in the wicked of America In the old of America
Ms America, been a very bad girl you disgraced humanity in the eyes of the world vanity has you over- you're not the mirror of your reflection is quite she so many promises she keep she neglected to her young so they don't scream out for justice and then weep not to blame, Ms America, it's you reap
The of your inventions to as all the traged of your to us all you should have in to nature and to the it's only a of time you fall
the you should have worked out in your colony took of your own advice and psychology you've all morale and the I'm sorry but I don't your
I'm up in the belly of In the of America Broken in the of America In the of America in the of America in the of America in the wicked of America In the old of America
Oh Ms. So attractions has yet to responsibility for her we around within sytem and adaptions so you can let freedom your factions
How can still be hungry when a surplus within your home you've made worthless
Damn police the state and us nervous though some conform and join your
you're presidency's the joke but the laugh I always the gun smoke on behalf I think I should a telegraph to staff Amerika, you're and dirty you need a
So your secret agents don't be this wasn't by socrates or freud this is god's work you avoid every nation built has been destroyed
cause we up in the of America In the of America Broken in the of America In the garbage of in the of America in the body of in the ole spirit of America In the old of America