Trouble in America

[Verse 1]
My body, my clothes
It's a cultural fix
This is God-fearing money, yeah
This is God-fearing money and mine to throw about in the air
I'm dipping my toes in not a second late
I fly hard, full of honey, yeah
This is God-fearing country
So I can be a God if I dare

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't, don't
Come any closer, now I'm cold, cold
I never meant you to know
But now they've got a thousand cops in the air

[Chorus]
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh Lord, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh Lord, take the weight off me

[Verse 2]
My knowledge, my creeds, your eternal bliss
Be a star in my yearning, yeah
You're a star
But you're hurting mine to make a fall of our death
My riddles, my notes
All a vision waiting to meet for the hungry bears
It's a vine for the lucky
And chips for all you watching down there

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't, don't
Come any closer, now I'm cold, cold
I never meant you to know
But now they've got a thousand cops in the air
No, no
I won't believe in my soul, soul
I feel it heaving, oh no
They'll put me on the TV crying today

[Chorus]
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh Lord, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh Lord, take the weight off me

[Chorus]
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh Lord, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh Lord, take the weight off me

My old man's making trouble in America
Oh Lord, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh Lord, take the weight off me