| Rubber on my tires making contact with the road
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| Sign on the streetpost tells me which way I should go
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| Riding down America Street funny that it’s one way
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| Riding down from uptown to where the buildings are broken down in decay
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| America Street it’s right nearby
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| Land of the free and the brave
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| If we can’t work and make some change
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| There won’t be much of this land left to save
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| It’s a classic case of misdirection and slight of hand
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| We watch while our deficit grows
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| What a shame that we can’t teach our kids to read
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| Makes you wonder where all the tax money goes
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| Well America Street it’s right nearby
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| Land of the free and the brave
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| And if we can’t work and make some change
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| There won’t be much of this land left to save
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| Won’t be much to save
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| Excuse me sir pardon me can you spare some change
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| Because it’s cold and I live outside
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| A thoughtful search into my pockets finds enough so he can rocket
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| Right up to the bar and enjoy his lie
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| America Street it’s right nearby
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| Land of the free and the brave
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| And if we can’t work and make some change
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| There won’t be much of this land left to save
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| Won’t be much to save… |