Merica

Looks like America’s dropped her load

she was ready to explode

I could not see her from up here

cuz she was lyin' in the road

my head's in the ground

I can't make a sound

my head's in the ground

Looks 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 own

my head's in the ground

I can't make a sound

the priests were all stoned

California was in my mind

and love was a game that we played, played

my head's in the ground

I can't make a sound

the priests were all stoned

the fact that you moaned

my head's in the ground...

my head's in the ground...

my head's in the ground...

my head's in the ground...

my head's in the ground...

my head's in the ground...