, change the sails" 'Haul on that bowline' we sang that melody Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea "I think I'll call it America."
Passin' trains that have no names and freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning America how are you
majesties Above thy fruited plain! America! america! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful
! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! Oh America, oh America, oh America, oh
a cool cool time, out in South America A cool cool time, when all the money rolls in Cool time for running up the harbor It's a cool cool time, for running to the sea
Patagonia in South America And I'm looking for something rather special Yes, there he is, it's the sea elephant And a big fella too, about 18 inches from
, it is bad America Under the western sky And there's vein-like children On the waterfront Smack-rotting faces On the waterfront And it's bad But, it is bad America
amer Qui ont su traverser les oceans du vide A la memoire de nos freres Dont les sanglots si longs faisaient couler l'acide Always lost in the sea
amer Qui ont s traverser les ocans du vide A la mmoire de nos frres Dont les sanglots si longs faisaient couler l'acide Always lost in the sea
and fields Passin' towns that have no name Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Good morning, America, how are
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free Let us all be grateful for a land so fair As we raise our
me workin' This is the song of my heritage From the bad to the buddha Cold metal, that's what it be Cold metal, from sea to sea Cold metal, it's how
world spreads its legs And the world spreads its legs For another fuckin' star 'Cause I am the All American Antichrist I was made in America And America
czekh or russian is sung here.] ("listen!") Watching storms Start to form Over america. Can't do anything. Just watch them swing With the wind Out to sea
times When the rain is tellin' tales Should a girl search some other places When the sun shines in her heart Chorus I discovered you like columbus america I sank my treasure in the sea
cloud of unknowing Silence, violence Twirling in a cloud of unknowing Aluminum siding salesmen Drowning in a sea of alliteration Relentlessly searching
sea to see America An' the people opened up their arms To welcome us to America We came like children From a far and distant land to see America And
a cloud on the New York skyline Innocence drags across a yellow line These are the hands that built America These are the hands that built America Ahh, America Ahh, America