| I’m in the loony bin
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| The dead fish
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| The air-conditioning
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| I got a ticket for your grande finale
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| Its 130 in Death Valley
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| I’ve been lost and double-crossed
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| Chased down and stabbed in the bloody frost
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| I’m a lost child on your evening news
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| You’re a queen in a castle of sugar cubes
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| America!
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| America!
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| I’ve seen your guillotine
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| A fat boy adrift in a limousine
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| Through the land of the lost Cherokee
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| Down the rivers of red majesty
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| And I’ve seen your pastures of green
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| The crack whores, the wars on the silver screen
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| Hiroshima and the lynching tree
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| Its a wonder my eyes still can see
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| America!
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| America!
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| You give me nightmares
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| Did you kill your son Joe Hill?
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| The night nurse, she read me his final will
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| I thought of running off, but where would I go?
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| I wouldn’t make it beyond Buffalo
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| I’d miss your cowgirl kiss
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| The red fangs, the lips, the avarice
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| Its getting high time for your grande finale
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| Its 130 in Death Valley
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| America!
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| America!
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| You give me dreams to dream
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| Popcorn memories and in love |