Lyrics
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Ron LaSalle
My name is Jamie Tatum; I ain’t but nine years old
We live out here on the streets, ‘cause we ain’t got no home
my daddy works every now and then, but then he’s gone for weeks
Leaves me here on my own to take care of my brother and me
It’s just my brother and me
Other kids they laugh at us ‘cause we wear the same old clothes
My idea of happiness is a room of my own
But believe it or not I’m better off than some da’ kids ‘round here
‘Cause I know better days will come and this will disappear
It’s all gonna’ disappear; Lord make it disappear
NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP
ANOTHER DAY NO FOOD TO EAT
WORN OUT SHOES UPON MY FEET
GOD BLESS AMERICA
My name is Sister Carlene, I hand out the methadone
To poor souls that come in each day, and I work here all alone
I’ve asked the government for some funds to help these folks in need
But they use their money on the War on Drugs, not the casualties
No not the casualties
Sister, my name is Robert Robertson, and the only problem I see
Is those lazy bastards don’t want to work, you know, not like you and me
Yeah my car was made by Germans and I wear a Swiss made watch
But what’s that got to do with anything, these problems ain’t my fault
These problems aint’ my fault, no, your problems ain’t my fault
NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP
ANOTHER DAY TOO MUCH TO EAT
ITALIAN SHOES UPON MY FEET
GOD BLESS AMERICA
I am American healthcare, what every one of you need
I sell care and compassion; I don’t give it away for free
Buy insurance, pay your premium, It’ll give you piece if mind
Cause if you ain’t covered sisters and brothers; step to the end of the line,
yeah step the end of the line, don’t waste my time
NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP,
NOT ONE THOUGHT BOUT THE SICK OR WEAK
I JUST COUNT WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME
GOD BLESS AMERICA