yo, this all came about one time , I was on a plane back, back to Los Angeles coming somewhere else and I sat next to this lady, and she was telling me things, you know I don't remember her but I do some of the things she said it was this she
as we know it is about to change I smell it within the air, the weather is strange Drugged up and numb from the pain The sickness in America has spread to her
She is no fit to make good decisions She is blind and void of any vision She parties hard and she keeps her concious mind in Therefore she's for the ultamite collision
She can no longer the scars on her face the innocence now gone is to replace she has no shame, no or any grace She embraces the and she hates other race
Ms America, the beautiful the Fallen the cracks I that you could see
She buried her misery within it's obvious you no regard for me
That's why you up in the belly of In the stomach of Broken in the bowels of in the garbage of in the of America in the body of in the wicked spirit of In the old of America
Ms America, you've a very bad girl you nearly disgraced humanity in the of the world vanity has took you you're not the mirror image of reflection is disturbing she makes so promises she couldn't she neglected to her young so they sleep they out for justice and then they not to blame, Ms America, it's what you
The audacity of your to as all the of your intentions to us all you should gave in to nature and to the only a matter of time before you
the things you have worked out in your colony some of your own advice and psychology you've destroyed all and the I'm sorry but I don't your
I'm up in the belly of In the of America down in the of America In the of America in the of America in the body of in the wicked spirit of In the old of America
Oh Ms. So attractions has yet to responsibility for her we work around sytem and adaptions so you can let freedom within factions
How can people be hungry when a surplus suffering within your made them worthless
Damn police the state and us nervous even though some and join service
presidency's the biggest joke but the laugh I always the gun smoke on your I I should send a telegraph to staff Amerika, you're down and you a bath
So tell your secret don't be this wasn't by socrates or freud this is simply work you avoid every nation built has been destroyed
we caught up in the of America In the of America down in the bowels of In the garbage of in the of America in the of America in the good ole of America In the old of America