'Fore she does And I believe that Jesus is comin' back That OJ did it, Lee Harvey didn't And she's really gone this time Before she does I believe that gas is too damn high Ain't nothin' more American than mama's apple pie I believe in love, I believe in

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New

And I never thought, not in a million years That I'd meet so many lovers So when you gaze at planet earth from outer space Does it wipe that stupid look off of your face? I saw this aura over the battleground states I lost the money, lost the keys But

This is not America For this is not America This is not A little piece of you There was a time For this could be the biggest sky And I could have the faintest idea Shala la la la

It's an illusion Can't believe what you hear Don't believe what you read Here and gone in a day Not what it seems this American dream Just drifting away After all that we've seem A complete waste of time Just a nursery rhyme

I don't believe it's true There is nothing better than you All that we've been through, there is nothing better than you All this talk about love, it's just a feeling It's just a feeling I let it all go I don't believe it, I don't believe it La di da di