Springtime and butterflies
Oh, they paint my eyes the colors
Of the fruited plains your brothers
Penned to propagate their pride
America, isn't quite right
Is is the sight beyond my glasses?
Do burning crosses hide behind
All those elephants and asses?
Don't you mind that
Or the pointed hat, no?
It's just a bureaucrat, oh
He's fighting for your right to speak against him but
Don't you dare do it
America
I've got a dream
It's a rare commodity
La la la la L'America
I can hope for equality
I'll plant my seed
And wait for germination
La la la la L'America
The rebirth of a nation
Might as well forgive you now
'Cause you'll apologize tomorrow
After all the pain and sorrow
We'll hold hands and sing about
America, land of the free
With our tongues in our cheeks
We'll hum the songs
But it's not okay to oppress then say
You're sorry and move on
Don't sound so sour
You haven't had your hour, no?
The burden's yours and ours, oh
The line that keeps us separate makes us equals so
Don't you dare move it
America
Take me out and take me to the city now
Let me march beside the screaming people now
We'll remove the cause for any pity now
Come on, come on, come on now