Hymn (For America) - 'Children' - 29/02/08

I've felt the heat in the city of angels
 Dust up on high and the worse for wear
 I've seen the lights going down on sunset
 Madmen running loose, there's murder in the air
 So this is America
 Love colder than death, working the streets
 Love doesn't come cheap, so I learn how to steal
 Religion for sale, buy my way into heaven
 Sell my soul for a trick, it's not worth a great deal
 So this is America
 I remember her smile and her virgin heart
 I remember her tears tearing me apart
 I remember my hands, helpless and tied
 As they led her away I remember I cried
 I've put my life in the hands of a scream
 Small talked and less with legends to be
 But I carried a torch for the child forbidden
 When the heat closed in, they crucified me
 So this is America
 Dreams don't come easy without any sleep
 Laid wide eyed and weary on this damned bed of nails
 I hit the freeway and step on the speed
 Head for the desert when madness prevails
 So this is America
 God bless you, America, God bless you, America
 God bless you, America, God bless you
 America