American Street
Sleeping on hardwood floors tonight
Wondering what I did so right
To wind up in a place like this
Abandoned, alone in the abyss
Of homelessness and despair
I don't know if anyone would care
About this place I've put myself in
Where being happy must be a sin
Oh, America (the beautiful)
I watch you implode
(Oh, America) from the tent that I live in
On the side of the road
Was it me or American greed?
Fingers to the bone, watch them bleed
Blood, sweat, and tears 'til you can't get up
There's nothing to drink in poverty's cup
Just one sip from your cup of hope
The faucet of love to help us cope
With unjust laws that drip down
From bloodstained hands and filthy crown
Oh, America (the beautiful)
I watch you implode
(Oh, America) from the tent that I live in
On the side of the road
Oh, America (the beautiful)
I watch you implode
(Oh, America) from the tent that I live in
On the side of the road
With no running water
Or shoes for our feet
Is this a third-world country
Or an American street?
No, this is America
Where we chastise the gay
And legalize guns
That blow our children away
Yes, this is America
Where we judge a man's size
By a wallet that was filled
By the trail of his lies
But what can be done?
But what can be done?
Or is it too late?
Will we all perish surrounded by hate?
Oh, America
Oh, America
Oh, America
Oh, America
America
Wondering what I did so right
To wind up in a place like this
Abandoned, alone in the abyss
Of homelessness and despair
I don't know if anyone would care
About this place I've put myself in
Where being happy must be a sin
Oh, America (the beautiful)
I watch you implode
(Oh, America) from the tent that I live in
On the side of the road
Was it me or American greed?
Fingers to the bone, watch them bleed
Blood, sweat, and tears 'til you can't get up
There's nothing to drink in poverty's cup
Just one sip from your cup of hope
The faucet of love to help us cope
With unjust laws that drip down
From bloodstained hands and filthy crown
Oh, America (the beautiful)
I watch you implode
(Oh, America) from the tent that I live in
On the side of the road
Oh, America (the beautiful)
I watch you implode
(Oh, America) from the tent that I live in
On the side of the road
With no running water
Or shoes for our feet
Is this a third-world country
Or an American street?
No, this is America
Where we chastise the gay
And legalize guns
That blow our children away
Yes, this is America
Where we judge a man's size
By a wallet that was filled
By the trail of his lies
But what can be done?
But what can be done?
Or is it too late?
Will we all perish surrounded by hate?
Oh, America
Oh, America
Oh, America
Oh, America
America
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Writer(s): Gina Giambone, Giorgio Caserini
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