• America o how I feel thy ache,
    As People by the Greedy hearts of darkness
    As thy mind is warped by a force beyond thy control
    And to watch the symbols of our glory days begin to be ignored
    And as the people who have tried to care for you speak out naught at all
    The fear is growing as your your face twist o' sweet America
    Naught even lady liberty has her glorious shine.

    The flames of thousands that died in thy name are put out and ignored,
    Thy poor and suffering even more,
    thy rich gain more power and the powerful more rich
    O woe I feel thy pain of thy soul o' sweet America as they put a twisted mask upon thy face
    thy cursed mask of socialism covers thy lovely face of democracy
    May we once again have the will to speak and save thy soul