| In search of a good life the Pilgrims set sail
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| Then all through the new land they blazed their brave trails
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| The iron horse speeding down freshly-laid rails
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| Brought settlers determined to prosper
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| From the far corners they made it their home
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| The ities and germans, the paddies the poles
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| Goin' down in the dirt comin' up with the gold
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| Like Bill Fuller, the Kennedys and Corleones
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| Life is so good in the US of A
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| Live out you dreams in Amerikay
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| If you’ve gut the guts and the bucks, it is said
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| Every man is a king in the US of A
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| Every man is a king in Amerikay
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| The pilgrims these days they are called astronauts
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| They seek new battlefields on the moon and beyond
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| To wage their star wars in the sky by-and-by
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| And to shit on us all from on high
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| Then when it’s all over and the world is no more
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| When the White House and Kremlin have settled their score
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| The stars and stripes flag will fly high, proud out there in space
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| And that’s why we all love the United States
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| In the land of Republican automatons
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| Uncle Sam’s forces so gung-ho and bronzed
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| Just waiting their orders from Washington
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| To fight for your peace and your freedom
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| Vietnam, Nicaragua, El Salvador
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| How foolish of you not to open your doors
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| To the Hersheys, Budweisers, McDonalds and more…
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| This wonderful life could be yours |