Lemon Sparks - American Requiem

My country tis of thee
Land full of stupidity
Of thee I scream
Land where the children die
Land where the mothers cry
From every single cold graveside
Hear the angels sing.

My native country thee
Land of billionaire nobility
Of thee I grieve
While the stupid burn the truth
And profits climb through gentrified roofs
Sell your soul and count the loot
In your bloody sleeves.