Walk slowly past the x-ray

don’t lean on the fuse

save the semtex for the cineplex

don’t follow the news

walk slowly up the staircase

see my children sleeping

make sure you get down and look under the bed

see the poor nightmare sleeping

and when every passerby

seems to look through your face

don’t stop don’t even try

it’s the United States

The air is contagious

contagious air

desperation courageous

respiration despair

what a stench it didn’t use to stink

the streets weren’t filled with trash

the people may not have been filled with fire

but they sure weren’t filled with ash

and in every parking lot

people stare into space

too tired to untie the knot

the United States

don’t look at me bitch

keep your eye on the job

your degradation don’t mean a thing

if you’re not involved

sex comes down in microwaves

cities built on cocaine

don’t be modest, your bitter harvest

will feed a world of pain

sweet angel of mercy

come into my heart

before the angel of justice

blows my heart apart…

Give me my rights, and give me money

then get out of my face

I don’t know you, I don’t owe you,

I live in outer space

sweet angel of mercy

come into my heart

before the angel of justice

blows my heart apart

poor angel of history

you have nothing to bring

cause a wind out of paradise

has tangled up your wings