Merica

Looks like America's dropped her load As she was ready to explode I could not see her from up here 'Cause she was lyin' in the road My head's in the ground I can't make a sound My head's in the ground Looks like America's dropped her load She tried to call me on the telephone Everything is fine, now the baby's here She'll have to handle this one on her own My head's in the ground I can't make a sound The priests were all stoned California was in my mind And love was a game that we played Played My heads in the ground I can't make a sound The priests were all stoned, yea The fact that you moaned, yea My head's in the ground My head's in the ground My head's in the ground ...