got hopes and dreams son Rolling down hill and the year has just begun I see America lonely with its dick hard (Hello) Wrote this on the back of a greeting card
bacon is painstaking work, raking in the dough boy, staking the perks, pent house suites, luxury seats, room with the view eating delicious treats, no fat pockets, just black cards
TV told her so Money changer, greedy bankers, this is the peoples house My minister has a sinister plan to save my soul with a credit card scam Exploitation
Good morning, America I wanna welcome y'all to Egypt, the land of the Pyramids, yeah We got the UK in the house, U.S., India Jerusalem, people in Israel
, long ago, what a pity The Spider's Kiss, the White House Astrologists How many political despots worked for the CIA The Spider's Kiss, the White House
Feed the hungry, feed them shit Feed them bones and politics You wanna revolutionize? Be specific and believe your eyes Start a war in another backyard And we'll destroy your house of cards
White House. And this certainly must be the most exciting telephone call ever made here on Earth. I just can't tell you how proud we all are. For every American
an enemy What a pity How many political despots worked for the CIA The spider's kiss, the White House astrologists The spider's kiss, the White House
after school I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall I got a color TV, so I can see The Clippers play basketball; hear me talk about checkbooks, credit cards
conductors and a-twenty-five sacks a' mail All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee And moves on along past houses, farms and
like bombs from out the sky They wasn't aimin' at us not at my house They hit The World Trade, The Pentagon And almost got The White House Now everybody
twilight zone What if pat gets in the white house, And suddenly -- The rights of 'certain people' disappear Mysteriously? Now, wouldn't that sort of qualify As an american
Three Conductors; twenty-five sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey - the train pulls out of Kankakee And rolls along past houses, farms, and
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee And moves along past houses farms and
restless riders Three conductors twenty-four sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train rolls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses farms
checked the mailbox E if there was at least a word from marsha. there was nothing more than a circular from the amalgamated aluminum company of america
houses, farms & fields Passin' trains that have no name, and switch yards full of old black men, And graveyards of rusted automobiles Chorus: Good mornin' America
on a visa card or american express Tell the people what they want, and decide what they need Advertise, merchandise, satisfy their greed Bigger house