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Oh credit, Got me down
Them bill collectors Been hanging 'round
I'm thinking 'bout Just leaving town
And lose my face in the crowd

They come a knocking 'Round my back door
I try to tell them That I am poor
I don't know what To believe no more
I don't know what I was put here for
And they tell me . . .

This is America
You get what you need
But just make sure
That you can pay
Because America was built on greed
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

I pay them taxes, They seem too high
While the deficit Seems to rise to the sky
I'd like to know I'd sure like to ask why
I didn't get my piece of the pie
Where's that

Where's that chicken In every pot
While a friend of mine Was just recently shot
Because of a jacket That he'd just got
I'm starting to hate this life a lot
And they tell me . . . This is America . . .

I think I’ll go out And buy a gun
And blow my brains out Before it’s done
And if I do You know I’ll bet I’m not the only one
To end it all just so that they can’t say They had won, yeah

Oh credit Got me down
Them bill collectors Been hanging ‘round
I’m thinking ‘bout Just leaving town
And lose my face in the crowd
And they still tell me . . .
This is America!!