I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down
I'm so tired of America

I'm gonna make it up for all of The Sunday Times
I'm gonna make it up for all of those nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth
I'm so tired of this America

I'm making my own way home
I ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead

So tell me, do you really think you'd go to hell for having love?
And tell me if еverything you've got in your life that you'vе done was good
I really need to know
After soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
I'm so tired of America

I may just never see you again, oh, I might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm so sick of it, America
Well, I'm making my own way home
I ain't gonna be alone
And I've got a life to live in America

I've got a life to live
And I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And it's all I need