This word need not hurt no moreSorry world, even though I love you soThere is no one to turn toAnd no one to blameFor the bloodOf American healthCan't allow our nameNo worldDon't you sitSit and cryNo worldDon't you even tryThere is no one to turn toAnd what will you doWhen the blood of American healthPulled out over youWhen the blood of American healthPulled out over youWho can I turn toWho can I turn toWho can I turn toWho can I turn toWhat will you doIf the dooms of American healthPulled out over youIf the dooms of American healthPulled out over youIf the dooms of American healthThe blood of American healthCan't allow our nameThe blood of American healthIf a dune of American hairScanner lies I believeI believe