Rubber on my tires making contact with the road

Sign on the streetpost tells me which way I should go

Riding down America Street funny that it's one way

Riding down from uptown to where the buildings are broken down in decay



America Street it's right nearby

Land of the free and the brave

If we can't work and make some change

There won't be much of this land left to save



It's a classic case of misdirection and slight of hand

We watch while our deficit grows

What a shame that we can't teach our kids to read

Makes you wonder where all the tax money goes



Well America Street it's right nearby

Land of the free and the brave

And if we can't work and make some change

There won't be much of this land left to save



Won't be much to save

Excuse me sir pardon me can you spare some change

Because it's cold and I live outside

A thoughtful search into my pockets finds enough so he can rocket

Right up to the bar and enjoy his lie



America Street it's right nearby

Land of the free and the brave

And if we can't work and make some change

There won't be much of this land left to save

Won't be much to save...