Girl, you taste like coffee
And you feel like rain
I'm the coffee, I'm not the hot rain
I'm like the dust on the windowpane
Down on the Sunset Strip train
French fries and lying eyes
[?]
Is that why they call you [?]
God bless America
God bless the USA
God lives in America
In the land of the free
Wishing they were dead
Wishing they were dead
It's cold and getting colder
Since the day I told her
I'm going to some place warmer
I'm going to California
Where the city falls down
And people blow up their town
I'm gonna that make [?]
[?] at the end of the world
God bless America
God bless the USA
God lives in America
In the land of the free
Wishing they were dead
Wishing they were dead
Just dead