In America

We were born in America
Twenty years in a torn up America
And it’s not so terrible in America
And if you go to the movies
Don’t believe what they show at the movies
The whole world’s in 3D, it’s incredible
If you pay me the ransom
I will write you a national anthem
Against the wall with your hands up
Don’t try anything funny
Mexican on your dad’s side
Every town has a good and a bad side
And you were born on the sad side of America
And I don’t have to defend it
I don’t give a shit what Ben Franklin intended
What some slave owner men said
Well, they’re all dead
But there’s too many rock songs
Put it all in a two minute pop song
A really mean it a lot song for America
I’m alone in America
I wanna go back home in America
Clean me out like an enema
Miss America
We were born for America
For the highways and court of America
How you’re not even dead yet
When they bury ya