America, the Great
I once knew a man,
And boy, what a fool
He went out to search for meaning
The day that he found it
All dusty and bruised
He met the wrong people, they beat him
Once in the hospital
Unable to speak
His eyes, they went red, they went evil
The cost of the treatment
Was way out his reach
So the doctor went home, he did leave him
The city dreams in poverty
Of progress and estate
Laughter echoes through the streets
In America, the great
I once knew a girl
Who came from the east
Her mother Chinese or Indonesian
She lived with 5 sisters
On 60 square feet
She did not look for no meaning
The city dreams in poverty
Of progress and estate
People sleep out in the streets
In America, the great
A boy I once knew
Oh, he married young
His wife's still getting used to the feeling
Their first child, it died
Had water in its lungs
It drowned in their arms, they're still grieving
The city dreams in poverty
Of progress and estate
Laughter echoes through the streets
Oh America, the great
While the city dreams in poverty
Of progress and estate
People sleep out in the streets
In America, the great
While the city dreams in poverty
Of progress and of change
The wounds won't heal, no, I'm afraid
In America, the great
And boy, what a fool
He went out to search for meaning
The day that he found it
All dusty and bruised
He met the wrong people, they beat him
Once in the hospital
Unable to speak
His eyes, they went red, they went evil
The cost of the treatment
Was way out his reach
So the doctor went home, he did leave him
The city dreams in poverty
Of progress and estate
Laughter echoes through the streets
In America, the great
I once knew a girl
Who came from the east
Her mother Chinese or Indonesian
She lived with 5 sisters
On 60 square feet
She did not look for no meaning
The city dreams in poverty
Of progress and estate
People sleep out in the streets
In America, the great
A boy I once knew
Oh, he married young
His wife's still getting used to the feeling
Their first child, it died
Had water in its lungs
It drowned in their arms, they're still grieving
The city dreams in poverty
Of progress and estate
Laughter echoes through the streets
Oh America, the great
While the city dreams in poverty
Of progress and estate
People sleep out in the streets
In America, the great
While the city dreams in poverty
Of progress and of change
The wounds won't heal, no, I'm afraid
In America, the great
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Writer(s): Falco Eckhof
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