America

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 much 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
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