My country tis of thee
Let's redefine what's liberty
That forlorn ghost of unity
Who haunts your selfish revelry
America America
God shed his grace on me
Don't call it out
Just turn your cheek
The land of the greed
And the home of the slave
When all is said and done
And we're choking for the summer sun
On the barrel of the dollar's gun
Oh can we really say we won
America America
God shed his grace on me
Don't call it out
Just turn your cheek
The land of the greed
And the home of the slave