Living in America *
Newspapers and readings, wherever I go
They spew on me their heartbroken things
Everybody's trying to inform me first
That I am a bad person, living in a bad world
I am trying some music on the radio
But there is only worthless hows and nonsense fuss, honey
Everybody's trying to win the prize
To be Americas got talent surprise
Having coffee on my way to work
I stuck into the morning jam
There are billboards on every two steps, you know
When I read them I just get in red
I’m a working hero, baby
I'm a working hero, with a touch of wealth
Driving on the rut from 8 to 5 PM
At nights I’m asking who I am
Living in America is a hard thing, baby
If I stop for a second, I’ll get under the bridge
Hurricane is coming, and the wind is blowing
There’s no time for playing, darling
I’m living in Amerca, honey
And I’m still trying
Turn on the radio so loud
To hide my crying
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