Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunk Chicken / America, artist - U2. Date of issue: 02.03.1987
Song language: English
Drunk Chicken / America |
| America |
| America, I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing |
| America, two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956 |
| I can’t stand my own mind |
| America, when will we end the human war |
| Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb |
| I don’t feel good, don’t bother me |
| I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind |
| America, when will you be angelic |
| When will you take off your clothes |
| When will you look at yourself through the grave |
| When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites |
| America, why are your libraries full of tears |
| America, when will you send your eggs to India |
| I’m sick of your insane demands |
| When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks |
| America, after all, it is you and I who are perfect, not the next world |
| Your machinery is too much for me |
| You made me want to be a saint |
| There must be some other way to settle this argument |
| Burroughs is in Tangiers |
| I don’t think he’ll come back, it’s sinister |
| Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke |
| I’m trying to come to the point |
| I refuse to give up my obsession |
| America, stop pushing, I know what I’m doing |
| America, the plum blossoms are falling |
| I haven’t read the newspapers for months |
| Everyday somebody goes on trial for murder |