Merica

Looks like America's dropped her load

As she was ready to explode

I could not see her from up here

'Cause she was lyin' in the roadMy head's in the ground

I can't make a sound

My head's in the groundLooks like America's dropped her load

She tried to call me on the telephone

Everything is fine, now the baby's here

She'll have to handle this one on her ownMy head's in the ground

I can't make a sound

The priests were all stonedCalifornia was in my mind

And love was a game that we played

PlayedMy heads in the ground

I can't make a sound

The priests were all stoned, yea

The fact that you moaned, yeaMy head's in the ground

My head's in the ground

My head's in the ground

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