This land is very small
A bummy scrawl where people crawl
America?s the greatest way
I?m counting thoughts, I?m counting days

I know it?s true
?Cuz God told me to tell it to you
I know it?s true
A God told me to tell it to you

This metal cuts my skin
America has eaten my cousin
Green boots and a hard green helmet
I feel so bad ?cuz I?m left and spent

I know it?s true
?Cuz God told me to tell it to you
I know it?s true
?Cuz God told me to tell it to you

A God told me to tell it to you
A God told me to tell it to you
A God told me to tell it to you
A God told me to tell it to you