Rubber on my tires Making contact with the road Sign on the street post tells me Which way I should go Riding down America street Funny that it's one way I'm riding down from uptown To where the buildings are broken down in decay Broken down in decay America street it's right nearby Land of the free and the brave If we can't work and make some change There won't be much of this land left to save It's a classic case of misdirection and slight of hand We watch while our deficit grows What a shame that we can't teach our kids to read Makes you wonder where all the tax money goes I don't know Well America street it's right nearby Land of the free and the brave And if we can't work and make some change There won't be much of this land left to save Won't be much to save Excuse me sir pardon me can you spare some change Because it's cold and I live outside A thoughtful search into my pockets finds enough so he can rocket Right up to the bar and enjoy his lie America street it's right nearby Land of the free and the brave And if we can't work and make some change There won't be much of this land left to save Won't be much to save, save Save, save, save, save, save Save, save, save, save, save Save, save, save, save, save Save, save, save Won't be much, much to save Won't be much to save Well won't be much to save Won't be much to save Won't be much to save Won't be much, won't be much, won't be much to save © HARRINGTON PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com