Go America!

tears run from the eyes
like sleet from the skies
as the radio plays through
their minds as they skrew
around through the night
like it will all be alright
in the morning.

the sweat runs off his head
and his buddy is dead
as the bullets run through
the last breath that he drew
and they are forced to fight
for that rich guy's rights
which tax his mother.

the burn-out sits there
with his greasy long hair
his head down in class
knowing he won't pass
but not because he won't answer
but because his mother has cancer
and there's no extra help.

land of the free home of the brave
but when being brave means some one else gets payed
or when being free
means you can't give a D
or your forced to hate who you love
so thank God above
I'm American