Plucked eyebrows and guitar strings
stop telling me who to be
I wish I could grow some wings
In America, there are no kings
Black on white / cross it all out
red on black / I can't bear this
Right the wrong / stop living these lies
Shut up and just sing
[insert dramatic and severely impassioned chant verging on scream]
Looking for words in all the wrong places
Can't find love if you haven't found your heart
Don't tell me about the world
You've never opened your eyes to see it
Midnight cocktails and weddings in spring
I'm not buying into your vision of reality
Don't bother me, I'll be on my childhood swing
In America there are no kings
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