August 23, 1984
The writing on the walls rings through my head
The Dead are the living, the living are Dead
Slums just a block away, buildings stand tall
No one will help them, no one at all
Crime overriding many a hope
The cops on the corner are dealing in dope
You must be on his side if you�re not on mine
The line of equality�s ever so fine
Life�s not worth living, nothing�s what we are
We�re through forgiving, you can�t cure death�s scar
Life is a fantasy, hope is a dream
Things were just meant to be worse than they seem
The president said he�d do what he should
Three more minutes and we�ll be gone for good
Politicians in their own world, isolated life
Armageddon�s unfurled, they won�t taste death�s scythe
It seems too late to live too early to die
We have known too much pain, you�ll hear our cry
God Damn America is how we rave
Land of the poisoned sky, home of the Slave
There�s poison everywhere that you might look
Toxic fish swim in a polluted brook
Is there a way out of here, my old friend
Or are we doomed to see our world�s end
Kill us for our beliefs, we do not care
If there is a heaven we will be there
We will be where only the angels go
And we will watch the wars rage on below
GOD DAMN AMERICA
