Wednesday 27 August 2008

LaND oF THe FRee

Funnily enough, about America...

VeRSe 1:

Far beyond utopia,
The flags are raised,
Out amongst the single moms,
The blacks and gays.

"Welcome to America" he said...
As the acid raindrops dripped,
Off of his head.

VeRSe 2:

The rivers choked with pesticide,
And trees like skeletons,
In his yard the honour guard,
His hands all made of guns,
And the streets aren't paved with gold,
They're paved with broken men,
In marbled halls
From white-washed walls,
They feed us lies again.

ReFRaiN:

"Welcome to America" he said...
As the acid raindrops dripped,
Off of his head