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