America Lyrics

Stray Bullets America

Well I never was a fan of the way you move.
It's a little to slick, it's a little to smooth.
Talking circles like a needle through a locked groove that's your spin.
And I never much cared for your state of affairs
how the most gotta pay 'cause the few won't share.
Open eyes and despise is the cross I bear, as witness to your sins.

America dreams and I wake up screaming.
America lies and I think you know.
America schemes making deals with demons.
America dies and I told you so.

Well I never was a fan of the way you move.
It's a little to slick it's a little to smooth.
Talking circles through a locked groove that's you trick.
And I never put trust in the greed and the lust
and the way you don't bleed when the factories bust like a knife to the throat
it cuts me to the quick

America dreams and I wake up screaming.
America lies and I think you know.
America schemes making deals with demons.
America dies and I told you so.