This land is very small
A bum scrawl with people crawl (?)
Americaâ"š¬â"ž¢s the greatest way
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m counting thoughts; Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m counting days
Well I know itâ"š¬â"ž¢s true, â"š¬í‹Å“cuz God told me to tell it to you
I know itâ"š¬â"ž¢s true; a God told me to tell it to you
This metal cuts my skin
America has eaten my cousin
Green boots and a hard green helmet
I feel so bad â"š¬í‹Å“cuz Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m left and spent
I know itâ"š¬â"ž¢s true, â"š¬í‹Å“cuz God told me to tell it to you (X2)
A God told me to tell it to you (X4)