Step into the madness of a million city streets Where dealers sell white powder and children stand and bleed Where local gangs are vicious and cops are so impure That schoolboys carry Uzis so they'll feel secure.
Where fathers rape their daughters and beat up on their sons Until the mother tries to stop him and goes and buys a gun Where the local church is closed except a couple times a week And turns its face from all the homeless in the street.
This is America, land of the free Everyone gets justice and liberty, if you got the money.
Bankers and controllers make deals on foreign shores And the CIA ships heroin to finance their secret wars They sell the madmen weapons then send soldiers to their land And in the name of God we battle for all the oil under the sand.
This is America, land of the free Everyone gets justice and liberty, if you got the money.
Step into the madness as a thousand points of light Illuminate the warheads for the final fight. Step into the madness, say your prayers and drink your tea Get ready for a kinder, gentler world war three.
This is America, land of the free Everyone gets justice and liberty, if you got the money.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
