Americans - Janelle Monáe

Hold on, don’t fight your war alone

Hate all around you, don’t have to face it on your own

We will win this fight, let all souls be brave

We’ll find a way to heaven, we’ll find a way

War is old, so is sex, let’s play God, you go next

Hands go up, men go down, try my luck, stand my ground

Die in church, live in jail say her name, twice in hell

Uncle Sam kissed a man, Jim Crow Jesus rose again

I like my woman in the kitchen

I teach my children superstitions

I keep my two guns on my blue nightstand

A pretty young thang, she can wash my clothes

But she’ll never ever wear my pants

I pledge allegiance to the flag

Learned the words from my mom and dad

Cross my heart and I hope to die

With a big old piece of American pie

Love me, baby, love me for who I am

Fallen angels, singing «Clap your hands»

Don’t try to take my country, I will defend my land

I’m not crazy, baby, naw, I’m American

I’m American, I’m American, I’m American

Seventy-nine cent to your dollar

All that bullshit from white-collars

You see my color before my vision

Sometimes I wonder if you were blind

Would it help you make a better decision?

I pledge allegiance to the flag

Learned the words from my mom and dad

Cross my heart and I hope to die

With a big old piece of American pie

Just love me, baby, love me for who I am

Fallen angels, singing «Clap your hands»

(Please sign your name on the dotted line)

Don’t try to take my country

I will defend my land

I’m not crazy, baby, naw, I’m American

I’m American, I’m American, I’m American

Let me help you in here

Until women can get equal pay for equal work

This is not my America

Until same-gender loving people can be who they are

This is not my America

Until black people can come home from a police stop without being shot in the

head

This is not my America, huh!

Until poor whites can get a shot at being successful

This is not my America

I can’t hear nobody talkin' to me

Just love me, baby, love me for who I am

Fallen angels, singing «Clap your hands»

(Please sign your name on the dotted line)

Don’t try to take my country

I will defend my land

I’m not crazy, baby, naw

I’m American (Love me, baby)

I’m American (Love me for who I am)

(Fallen angels)

Until Latinos and Latinas don’t have to run from walls

This is not my America

But I tell you today that the devil is a liar

Because it’s gon' be my America before it’s all over

Please sign your name on the dotted line