Oh beautiful for smoke-filled eyes,
for ample rays of pain,
for refuse lonesomes majesty
above polluted flames.
What do these words bring the tears to your eyes?
Do they cause you to choke?
Do they make you want to stand or stray?
Or is it all a joke?
America,
America,
America, God shed his grace on thee.
My mother told me this was the place.
If this is it, we better make some change.
Tomorrow's coming,
heard that before.
But until then, you better lock your door.
When it's dark, don't you walk the streets.
Don't talk to strangers at your feet.
Don't say the wrong thing, give yourself away.
I know the song won't get it made.
All of this,
all of what,
all of the roots must stay true to you.
So beautiful for smoke-filled eyes,
for ample rays of pain,
for refuse lonesomes majesty above polluted flames.
What do these words bring the tears to your eyes?
Do they cause you to choke?
Do they make you want to stand or stray?
Or is it all a joke?
All the reds, all the whites,
all of you,
how can't you see?
America,
America, America, I'll stay true to you.
How can't you see?
then he just
made a loop of it.