Ah Ah America, America Ah Ah America, America Ah Ah America, America Ah Ah America, America My writing is my poetry That's what means the world to me
view Where money flows through pockets but people still feud And closer to the ground, bums hunger for food Embracing nickels of hope or pennies just for booze While we view
oil. So just Just roll up, roll up We neglect to mention, America's Samaritary intervention In the Congo, Chile and Nicuragua And now a word from our
I mean, bitch [Chorus] Take me away from these people Take me away from these people (Take me away) Take me away from these people Take me away from