The sea met the sunset

In the shades of a bruise

Burnt out from another day

Of American news

I took your hand

As we walked into the dark

Left those big waves crashing

By Golden Gate Park

Another twelve kids shot

At another grade school

All their lives were abandoned

In the hands of a fool

In the land of milk and honey

All those daughters and sons

Walked to class down the barrel

Of a gun

Who do you want to be

What do you want to do

'Cause most people got debt

They just can't see through

Sickness is expensive

And work is cheap

The only dreams we dream

Are in our sleep

Haven't felt okay

For a long time now

If the U.S. is the best

Man I don't see how

Wanna run away

But to where I don't know

'Cause when the whole world's on fire

Where the hell do you go

Let's get on a plane

We've paid our dues

And honey I'm sick to death

Of this American news