Текст песни America

This little England It's dingy and it's mean I've flirted with her mewling gods and petty jealousies Her edited-reader rebels with their simulated causes Weak-chinned snarls and red guitars, I disregard them all When they pin me to the wall, I'll say I'm with America With godless America I'll stand and I'll fall Though it cuts me to my soul that it must be America It must be America Or nothing at all The pop stars who write operas and make fatuous remarks The theory-quoting upstarts who smoke fairtrade coke in parks I find myself a loner and I find myself bereft I find myself agreeing with Bill O'Reilly more than the left When they pin me to the wall, I'll say I'm with America With godless America I'll stand and I'll fall Though it cuts me to my soul that it must be America It must be America Or nothing at all When they pin me to the wall, I'll say I'm with America With godless America I'll stand and I'll fall Though it cuts me to my soul that it must be America It must be America Or nothing at all When they pin me to the wall, I'll say I'm with America With godless America I'll stand and I'll fall Though it cuts me to my soul that it must be America It must be America Or nothing at all