America's on My Back Like a Suicidal Monkey (feat. Brother Hamm)
The dawn was breaking and then it disappeared.
Red sparks in the sky caused all the fear.
The falter of faith was in my eyes.
The passion of prayer was in my mind.
The food became scarce, the rivers went dry.
The giants of industry had cut off the supply.
Those purple mountains are hard to see
In this sweet land of liberty.
Will God ever shed his grace on thee?
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey,
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey.
We fought the battle and wounded our souls.
Though we won the battle, we wounded our souls.
Felt poor at the bottom where the rich are the top.
We always find our dinner on a corporate stock.
The big log cabin I built with my hands
Turns into ash and grains of sand.
Those purple mountains are hard to see
In this sweet land of liberty.
Will God ever shed his grace on thee?
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey.
Those purple mountains are hard to see
In this sweet land of liberty.
Will God ever shed his grace on thee?
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey,
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey,
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey,
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey,
Suicidal monkey,
Suicidal monkey,
Suicidal monkey,
Suicidal monkey.
Red sparks in the sky caused all the fear.
The falter of faith was in my eyes.
The passion of prayer was in my mind.
The food became scarce, the rivers went dry.
The giants of industry had cut off the supply.
Those purple mountains are hard to see
In this sweet land of liberty.
Will God ever shed his grace on thee?
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey,
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey.
We fought the battle and wounded our souls.
Though we won the battle, we wounded our souls.
Felt poor at the bottom where the rich are the top.
We always find our dinner on a corporate stock.
The big log cabin I built with my hands
Turns into ash and grains of sand.
Those purple mountains are hard to see
In this sweet land of liberty.
Will God ever shed his grace on thee?
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey.
Those purple mountains are hard to see
In this sweet land of liberty.
Will God ever shed his grace on thee?
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey,
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey,
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey,
America's on my back just like a suicidal monkey,
Suicidal monkey,
Suicidal monkey,
Suicidal monkey,
Suicidal monkey.
Credits
Writer(s): George Mihalopoulos
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