Great, America (2017) - Shovels & Rope

There are tears rollin' down my front and back

There’s a mirror holdin' up one-eyed Jack

There’s a hurricane swingin' at a lowly shack

In two thousand seventeen

There’s a compass lost on the open sea

Another shooter in my community

There’s a steady stream of insanity

In two thousand and seventeen

There’s a dog with the nucleus bomb in its mouth

Hey old white man, meet the brave new south

Don’t it make you wanna scream and shout

In two thousand and seventeen

My TV is as busy as a canopy

Pointing you can get an eye and never have to stop and wait

But your airplane’s gonna be a little bit late

In two thousand and seventeen

My eyes and my ears and my senses are tired

Everybody’s scared, everybody’s inspired

The world is underwater, it’s also on fire

In two thousand and seventeen

Great, America

Come on, come on, come on

We’re bathin' in hysteria

There is litter on your lawn

If it’s smokin' while we’re sleepin'

There’ll be fire in the dawn

So come on, America

Come on, come on, come on

You talk like this, but you live like that

Says «Go back home» on your welcome mat

Did someone really say that the world is flat

In two thousand and seventeen?

There’s constant unchecked brutality

A brave man takes a stand by droppin' to a knee

Try to understand you, try to understand me

In two thousand seventeen

I’ll try to understand you try to understand me

Two thousand and seventeen