An American no-mother child at your breast
Your apple pie is just obviously best
But you have moved away out west
You know I cannot finish this, you know the rest
War s**s
Well listen to me my friend General Fox
I have something to say today, you know
I don't much to tell you my friend but
You may not like what I say
You know war s**s
Lindon, a good general he does weep
A-when he sends his troops into battle
I'm sick to d**h of your endless prattle
'Cause you remember what happened to Hanzel and Gretel
War s**s
America, America, god shed his grace on thee
And crown thou good with brotherhood
Sea to shining sea you know war s**s
You know war s**s
Well Mister God, are you a savage [?]
And we treat each other bad
You know your silence is part of a fad
You know that you do nothing just makes me mad
War s**s
War s**s