My Country Tears For Thee

My country tears for thee.

Sweet land of mass shootings.

Indeed we’ve all seen.

Land of our parents and grandparents PRIDE

Home to their children and grandchildren’s cries. From every mountainside.

Bombs to alms. Bombs to alms.

Shock & awe to shock in alms.

PLEASE QUIT DROPPING BOMBS!

Fore the gunfire has made it so hard to learn

The gunfire has made it so hard to earn

That there is an entire generation

That would rather watch it all burn

Because the gunfire is making it so hard to Learn.

But then we can have a vote

Yeah the whole wide world can vote

On who gets to rules the ashes!

God we’re all a bunch of stubborn mules

We looks like fools

But then we can have a vote!

Yeah the whole wide world can vote

On who gets to the rule the ASSES

My country tears for thee

Sweet land of mass rioting

Indeed we’ve all seen

Land of our parents and grandparents PRIDE

Home to their children and grandchildren’s cries

From. Every. Mountain. Side.