Testo di America

How can it be so cold out here in America Everybody's packing heat in America Training their barrels on the city streets of America America, America The cart has come unhitched from the horse in America Down the hill and off the course of America Founding fathers roll in their graves in America In America, in America The wind is blowing through the trees of America A new kind of loneliness for me in America Every bad man finds his peace in America In America, America America America America In America America America America America