Jack Off Jill - Bruises Are Back In Style lyrics

God bless America, land that I love Stand beside her, and guide her, through the night with the light up above From the mountain, to the prairie, through the ocean white with foam God bless America, my home sweet home! Write your name, and spell it well All good children go straight to hell See what you saw, see all you can see, As you get f**ed by your own liberty now If love is a taxi, the devil would drive If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive If this is a f**, then I run for a mile When I say baby, bruises are back in style. God bless America! God hates America! Know your name when you're in a rage, Piss and sh** lines an empty cage The people look, they all stop and stare At the little girl with the long greasy hair now. If love is a taxi, the devil would drive If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive If this is a f**, then I run for a mile When I say baby, bruises are back in style. God bless America! God hates America! Know your name, and spell it well Sign in blood, you might as well See what you saw, see all you can see As you get f**ed by your own liberty now If love is a taxi, the devil would drive If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive If this is a f**, then I run for a mile When I say baby, bruises are back in style.