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They all follow you
Like puppies
Quite frankly
I cannot see this
Infatuation
But so many
Judge on looks
We both know
How you turned out
You were famous
Crazing the crowds
They all follow you
Like puppies
Quite frankly
I cannot see this
Infatuation
But so many
Judge on looks
We both know
How you turned out
You were famous
Crazing the crowds
I suppose you think you're very great
Standing there over so many
Other buildings
Even if you are not the tallest
Not anymore
You know,
Pride is dangerous
Men fall
Nations fall
Always speaks his opinion
In fact, won't ever shut up, my Uncle Sam
He dresses in the most outrageous colors
Never had a sense of fashion, ole Uncle Sam
Always ordering me to toughen up
Humble birth
Humble man
Horrid wife
But tragic life
Lincoln, I applaud you
For your sacrifice
So many poems
Have been written
About this man
That there's not much to say
Except
What if he was just a normal man?
I've heard it used to be funeral music
Born in New Orleans
Now it's a groove
We have our deep-voiced singers
And low saxophones
It doesn't really make you blue
But it sounds like the color
Shooting to the sky
Exploding out of the earth
Dangerous yet constant
You are a sign
Though you sit on
An extremely dangerous volcano
Through you we see
An intelligent hand
Sweet spraying kernels
Golden bumps on a hard core
Like a kind person with a stout heart
Bite it and it squirts
Eat like a baby again
Face smashed against wet juiciness
American fruit
All men are created equal
Creator
Unalienable rights
Repeated injuries
Tyranny
Justice
Voice of justice
Free and independent states
Protection of Divine Providence
Sacred honor
We have rails from one end to the other
Metal bands around the heart of America
But it is an artery or vein
Bringing life and freshness to stagnant places
Though it brought us life
We don't need it anymore
Red for sacrificial blood
White for God-given purity
Blue for Heaven's royalty
And we are the stars
We are saved by the blood
We are made pure
We are made royal
We are the stars
We are great and strong
We have the bear, the
Mighty Grizzly
Takes five shots to kill
Thunders like a raging storm
Mauls with the weight of a falling boulder
Can face the river and stay steady
Thundering clambering beating bumbling
Creatures
Not dainty deer in an English wood
Buffalo
Buffalo driving the prairie to mud
Drinking the streams
Tearing up the grass
Like they will be torn up
Statue, o woman of faith and freedom
Stand as a bulwark in the water
Inviting us to join
The masses of people
In the land of immigrants
Statue, whom will you harbor?
We've had an invasion
Blazing horns
Glaring lights
Rocketing music
The city has risen
Farewell to the pastoral
Now it is skyscrapers
Blocking the moon and my stars
Old traditions
Country brought to life again
We smell a wet grassy field
Hear the twang of banjos and the screeeeeeeeeech
Of fiddles
Smell roasting ham and sausages
Look at growing pumpkins
Go Team!
Go go go!
That wasn't a foul!
Idiot umpire!
Run! Steal!
Cotton candy makes my fingers stick
Sugary funnel cake filling me
To shout for the team
Good day, sirs
Why do you sit,
And stare at South Dakota's
Brilliant turquoise skies?
I wonder what you see
I wonder what you would say
If you could really see us now
Flying over the Rockies
Or Sierra Nevadas
Flying high like our whipping flag
Wind under wings
Flying like our nation
But an eagle cannot fly forever.
Oh yeah, it's our music
Good ole U.S. beats
The flying of the piano keys
The woo woo woo of the trumpet
Then we got the sax--that birdie bugle
And our bass, deep pluckings.
We hear it in our elevators
Warm family meal
Amidst the chill of autumn
Cinnamon and nutmeg
Christmas in a crust
Don't eat too much
Or it loses its magic
Of holding your taste buds
In warm, soft, sweet, juiciness
