America کے بول

Well I never was a fan of the way you move. It's a little to slick, it's a little to smooth. Talking circles like a needle through a locked groove that's your spin. And I never mich cared for your state of affairs how the most gotta pay 'cause the few won't share. Open eyes and despise is the cross I bear, as witness to your sins. America dreams and I wake up screaming. America lies and I think you know. America schemes making deals with demons. America dies and I told you so. Well I never was a fan of the way you move. It's a little to slick it's a little to smooth. Talking circles through a locked groove that's you trick. And I never put trust in the greed and the lust and the way you don't bleed when the factories bust like a knife to the throat it cuts me to the quick