The country is a bleeding child and a broken, withered whore with righteous anger, time after time, come clawing at her door And the fatherless child, running wild, screaming -- No no more Please believe – my hands are clean I've never seen the guillotine Must you say I'm guilty, guilty all the same? Such things can't be in my USA 'cause no no no, it just can't be in a land like mine, all decent and free You must be mistaken, not my country Such things happen across the sea No no no, not my land You're green and rotting corpses are reeking in the sun Calvary horses laying in their dung and the plague on your household's only just begun You can see that it's come You raise up the guns and aim them to blot out the sun But no no no, it just can't be in a land like mine, decent and free You must be mistaken, not my country Such things happen across the sea No no no, not my land I'll go on giving to charity long as I needn't look back at life I'll go to church, be proud of my piety I'll pray only when you say it's all right I want to follow in your society 'cause I'm too damned scared to fight I will close myself up in a wall Pretend I can't see or hear at all I will point my finger back across the sea Ignoring all that goes on around me Saying "Look what goes on in that other country" 'cause no no no, it just can't be in a land like mine, decent and free You must be mistaken, not my country Such things happen across the sea No no no, not my landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
