America - Natalie McCool

This is America, in middle ages

Cut throat and loving God, on modern pages

Land ahoy of opportunity and awe

A place of choice where murder is the law

Now in America, you’ll find you are alone

Where culture versus God, no humanity at home

The camera rolls and your finger scrolls down

Pay-per-view the last seconds of your clown

Mercy me with no credit

You show me and I’ll know it

Bury me but don’t show it

He can see and you know it

So look into my eyes

And watch as I hang high

Although you see me burn

It doesn’t mean I’ll learn

I’ll learn, you’ll learn, we’ll learn

Mercy me with no credit

You show me and I’ll know it

Bury me but don’t show it

He can see and you know it

He can see and you know it

He can see and you know