Drunk Chicken/America letra


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Drunk Chicken/America lyrics

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956
I can't stand my own mind

America when will we end the human war?
Go f*** yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind

America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?

America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands
When can I go into the supermarket
And buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world

Your machinery is too much for me
You made me want to be a saint
There must be some other way to settle this argument
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back, it's sinister
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point
I refuse to give up my obsession

America stop pushing I know what I'm doing
America the plum blossoms are falling
I haven't read the newspapers for months
Everyday somebody goes on trial for murder

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Drunk Chicken/America is a song interpreted by U2