Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie

I'm a free born man of the USA There's nothing left to say The cadillac stood by the house And the yanks they were within And the tinker boys they hissed advice 'Hot-wire her with a pin' Then we turned and shook as we had a look In the room where the

Somewhere in America Hey girl, help me if you can I'm coming to you with my heart in my hand Give me love, I'm starved for affection All I need is just a little direction somewhere cross the sea she waits for me

Hey ey ey ey ey ey You know what they say 'Cause it's a new day, we're gonna go far Knuckle down, trim, and shake off the dead weight You can't hide from your ghosts 'Cause it's a new day, I wanna go far Break it down, jump the gun, find a new way I'm

Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit Aw yeah I’m back in this bitch Everything I’m talkin bout real as, real as shit And you don’t gotta like it but get off my dick And you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my Everything I’m talkin bout real as shit Why

You know who you are Somewhere in America, one night Out on the road I saw her face Trying hard to blend in with the others She looked so out of place Wo oh, her eyes, they caught me by surprise They haunt my memory Wo oh, she turned me around Read my

Divided states of the world Divided states of America If we don't all stand together, we will fall Let's reach across that great divide 'Cause they built these walls so high Oh, divided states of America If we don't all stand together (together), we will

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

We are the new Americana High on legal marijuana Raised on Biggie and Nirvana Survival of the richest The city's ours until the fall They're Monaco and Hamptons bound But we don't feel like outsiders at all Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles Just what

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my