Travel into another country and you'll find
Americans aren't looked on so kind This country was founded upon common need
Now the foundation is common greed Our neighbors around the world are killed
And as the book gets filled And we're looked upon with hate As we make the world our police state
Sunday Bombs We're up in arms Dinner's done
The idea that Americans are banned from other nations
Apple pie has won Seems to me a clear indication
We're spoiled to death in this land Death is the deck and we're dealing out hands There's no need to bluff because everyone sees: We've got cards up our sleeves I wish I could say we had not gone astray
From the term that was coined the American Way But now Freedom and Liberty are just a catch phrase Sunday Bombs
To sell products endorsing our wars underway We're up in arms Dinner's done Apple pie has won The idea that America was founded on revolution Seems to me a clear delusion.
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