Ezra Furman In America
We were born in America
Twenty years in a torn-up America
And it's not so terrible in America
And if you go to the movies
Don't believe what they show at the movies
The whole world's in 3D, it's incredible
And if you pay me the ransom
I will write you a national anthem
Against the wall with your hands up
Don't try anything funny
Mexican on your dad's side
Every town has a good and a bad side
And you were born on the sad side of America
And I don't have to defend it
I don't give a shit what Ben Franklin intended
What slaveowner men said, glad they're all dead
And there's too many rock songs
Put it all in a two-minute pop song
A really-mean-it-a-lot song for America
All alone in America
I wanna go back home in America
Clean me out like an enema, Miss America
We were born for America
For the highways and corn of America
How you're not even dead yet when they bury ya
