I'm going to a town

That has already been burnt down

I'm going to a place

That has already been disgraced

I'm gonna see some folks

Who have already been let down

I'm so tired of America

I'm gonna make it up

For all of The Sunday Times

I'm gonna make it up

For all of the nursery rhymes

They never really seem to

Want to tell the truth

I'm so tired of you America

Making my own way home

Ain't gonna be alone

I've got a life to lead America

I've got a life to lead

Tell me do you really think you

Go to hell for having loved

Tell me enough of thinking everything

That you've done is good

I really need to know after soaking

The body of Jesus Christ in blood

I'm 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

I'm going to a town

That has already been burnt down

I'm so tired of you America

Making my own way home

Ain't gonna be alone

I've got a life to lead America

I've got a life to lead

I got a soul to feed

I got a dream to heed

And that's all I need

Making my own way home

Ain't gonna be alone

I'm going to a town

That has already been burnt down