The Beautiful

America! Is the land of milk
and honey, you're the cream
We'll tie you up, on a pedestal
the better to be seen
around the world

- they will cry your name,
and face the sun
a blaze of red,
dying in the West

And all the world is so happy now,
the change has surely come
America, we can't do without
the thing we have become

So hoist the flag,
run it up the pole, and let it fly
so pure and white,
you know that it was bleached

And all of the world has its problems
You've shown us how far we can solve them
Declare them all equal, passé,
and then let them all - pass away

- they weren't that important now, anyway,

guitar solo.

America, knows exactly what
the purpose of it means
it's how the world looks to anyone
about the age fourteen

Past the point
you can always stop
yourself from going,
growing blue - from how
it should have gone

We all want a share in your progress
We all hold a part of your hope
The American Dream ain't what it used to be
When we could of woke

America, is the land of milk
and honey, you're the cream
give me your eyes - individual
and complementary,
let's grow in sighs -
appreciating all
that is in you,
it's only me - and all
that we imply

So let us be - we'll be so unique,
nothing special, nothing hard -
Be you! And let me be me, for
all it's worth, let's go so far
We're lost.
Therefore let us find
ourselves in this - it's innocence

not ignorance, this bliss.