America

歌詞

How can it be so cold out here in America? Everybody's packing' heat in America Training their barrels in the city streets of America America, America The cart has come unhitched from the horse in America Down the hill and off the course of America Founding fathers roll in the graves in America America, America Wind is blowing through the trees of America New kind of wilderness for me in America Every madman finds his peace in America America, America, America America America, America, America America America America