Janis Ian My Land
Oh, the country is a bleeding child. And a broken withered whore. With righteous anger time after time, Come clawing at her door. And the fatherless child running wild, Screaming, "No! No more!" Please believe my hand are clean, I've never seen the guillotine Must you say I'm guilty, guilty of the same? Such things can't be in my U.S.A.
'Cause, no, no, no, just can't be, In a land like mine, all decent and free. You must be mistaken, not my country. Such things happen across the sea. No, no, no, not my land.
Your creaming, rotting corpses are reeking in the sun. Revelry horses laying in their dung. And the plague on your household only just begun. You see that it's come you raise up the guns. And aim them to blot out the sun.
But, no, no, no, it just can't be, In a land like mine we're decent, we're free. You must be mistaken not in my country. Such things happen across the sea. No, no, no, not my land.
I'll go on giving to charity, Long as I need to look back at life. I'll go to church of God of my piety, I'll pray when you say it's alright. I want to follow in your society, 'Cause I'm too damn scared to fight. I will close myself up in a wall, Pretend I can't see or hear at all. I will point my finger back across the sea, Ignoring all that goes on around me. Sayin', "Look what goes on in that other country!"
'Cause, no, no, no, God, it just can't be, In a land like mine, all decent and free. You must be mistaken it's not my country. Such things happen across the sea. No, no, no, not my land. Baby, ah-not my land. But, no, no, not my land.
