There's blood on the sidewalk from someone I don't know I step around it so I won't get it on my shoe On my way to work in Washington D.C. My name is America but I pronounced it George Some people think I am rich but I am mostly poor And I cover it up to get you to fight in my war The truth is I am my own enemy But I'll buy anything you advertise on TV On my way to work in Washington D.C. Got to make it look good Got to make it look good Every Friday Karen and Kathy Go to take care of babies with aids Who were born like their mothers, addicted to crack Drinking their bottles lying on their backs Just like their fathers "mom ain't coming back" On my way to work in Washington On my way to work in Washington D.C. Got to make it look good There's blood on the sidewalk from someone I might know Should I step around it so I won't get it on my soul On my way to work in Washington On my way to work in Washington D.C.