讽刺美国风情

I tie my things down To the roof of my car I see it flying Into someone's yard

When I go to retrieve it I'm on the White House lawn Secret Service attacks me I get bit by their dog

~CHORUS~ Bite marks and blackened eyes, I don't want that kind of surprise. Bruises on my head and a bloody nose. I'll make sure to steal a White House rose. ~END CHORUS~

My farm is gone My livelihood in vain My children beg With a face of pain

But now who am I To those who care Just a shadow With a thin head of hair

~REPEAT CHORUS~