Mr. America

The Lyrics of Terry Hubbard

Mr. America

So how does it feel, Mr. America,

when the satellite finds you home,

and it sees your heat even if you're all alone,

and you make just enough money to get by

almost every day,

and the man on the TV’s gonna sell you a better way?

While the politicians lie with a smile on their face,

not representing the human race,

and you try to swallow but it won’t go down,

won’t go down.

So how do you feel about justice

when you’re a pawn in a rich mans’ game,

and you’re tired in the morning

but you punch in just the same?

and you try to tell your children,

but they don’t understand,

so you give ‘em hugs and kisses,

and pretend you got the upper hand.

So many people lyin’ all the time,

you oughta call a cop,

‘cause there’s a crime!

And you can’t convict ‘em with the evidence,

even with the evidence.

So how do you feel about religion,

do you believe what you can’t see?

What has God done for you lately?

Has the truth yet set you free?

Did you purchase your absolution for this reality?

Did you buy your ticket in heavens lottery?

Did you read about life in a guilded book?

What’s goin’ on, did you take a look?

And you try to swallow, but it won’t go down,

won’t go down.

So how do you feel about a nation

that made it’s way with war,

with armed fear and anger waitin’ behind each door,

that’s tortured many peoples

who did not want our wondrous ways,

and turned the amount of suffering

into years instead of days?

This ain’t no herald of the Golden Age,

the hopeful prophet done turned the page,

and you try to swallow, but it won’t go down,

won’t go down.

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