Miss Liberty turn inna Jezzabelle All de dreams you go sell, de whole dem turn inna hell Her bed of roses are filled with thorns Her righteous robes are tattered and torn
If she had only stood for love That would have been enough She wouldn’t have to hide her shame If she had only stood for love That would have been enough But now she’s burnt us all with her flames
Amerimacka Oh what a beautiful life Amerimacka Is like licking honey off a knife
Amerimacka Oh what a beautiful sight Amerimacka Oh what a beautiful life
The land of the free built on slavery Our consciousness in captivity The promise land is the liar’s den Your culture of greed has got to end
Now we’re laying in the mud Looking up above Tear water just ah drop from the sky They try to keep us in the mud Separating us from love But me nah go let dem conquer de I
Amerimacka Oh what a beautiful life Amerimacka Is like licking honey off a knife
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