America, blaring in my ears all day. America, I don't see the glory of your ways. The oldest money flows through a bloodline, we'll see if your empire stands the test of time.
(Don't wanna, I don't wanna) be slave to the sons of privilege. (Don't wanna, I don't wanna) be slave to the sons of privilege.
Sweet lady liberty, you are the lost though you are free, and what hides beneath; can't tell the wolves from the sheep. x 2
America, grin and bear the resentment of the world with all your ugliness and arrogant self-worth. Desperate to grease the gears of the hideous machine, the swine, they writhe and embrace the infallible regime.
(Don't wanna, I don't wanna) be slave to the sons of privilege. (Don't wanna, I don't wanna) be slave to the sons of privilege.
Sweet lady liberty, you are the lost though you are free, and what hides beneath; can't tell the wolves from the sheep. x 2
Lost though you are free (in America) x 4 It's time to justify your pride (in America) x 4 It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time
Sweet lady liberty, you are the lost though you are free, and what hides beneath; can't tell the wolves from the sheep. x 2
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