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Im going to a town that has already been burned down
Im going to a place that is already been disgraced
Im gonna see some folks who have already been let down
Im so tired of America
Im gonna make it up for all of the Sunday times
Im gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth
Im so tired of you, America
Making my own way home
Ain´t gonna be alone
I got a life to lead, America
I got a life to lead
Tell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved?
Tell me, and not for thinking everything that you ve done is good
I really need to know, after soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
Im so tired of America, I really need to know
I may just never see you again or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
Im going to a town that has already been burned down
Im so tired of you, America
Making my own way home
Ain´t gonna be alone
I got a life to lead, America
I got a life to lead
I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And thats all I need
Making my own way home
Ain´t gonna be alone
Im going to a town
That has already been burned down