America (Live) Lyrics

Land of the free, the home of the brave

Soon as you're born you're a numbered a slave

If you don't fit in, they'll call you a freak

You work all year, you take off two weeks

Can't buy a beer but you can buy a gun

Serve your country join the army son

Bye bye, I'm going away

I want to fly to the USA

I want to eat a burger the size of my head

And I want to see a cop shoot a man dead

Bye bye, I'm going away

I want to fly to the USA

I want to get real drunk, have a real cheap night

Spend all my money on an ambulance ride

Addicted to the screen, impossible to save

People going crazy like Nicolas Cage

Nothing you own is yours to keep

The president can't even speak

There's people out here that love the sun

And there's people out here that kill for fun

So bye bye, I'm going away

I want to fly to the USA

I want to eat a burger the size of my head

And I want to see a cop shoot a man dead

Bye bye, I'm going away

I want to fly to the USA

I want to get real drunk, have a real cheap night

Spend all my money on an ambulance ride

Blue steel poles on the billboards

Hundred dollar guns that kill for clothes

Cocaine bumps in the disco

Shiny gold chain in the window

Rattlesnakes in Frisco

And the playboy bunny bimbos

Bye bye