Les paroles de la chanson
« Bruises are back in style »
Jack Off Jill

God bless America, land that I love
Stand beside her, and guide her
Through the night with the light up above
From the mountain to the prarie
Through the ocean, white with foam
God bless America, my home sweet home!

Write your name and spell it well
All good children go straight to hell
See what you saw, see all you can see
As you get fucked by your own liberty now

If love is a taxi, the devil would drive
If hatred is English, then I’m speaking jive
If this is a fuck, then I’d run for a mile
When I say baby, bruises are back in style

God bless America
God hates America

Know your name when you’re in a rage
Piss and shit line an empty cage
The people look, they all stop and stare
At the little girl with the long greasy hair now

If love is a taxi, the devil would drive
If hatred is English, then I’m speaking jive
If this is a fuck, then I’d run for a mile
When I say baby, bruises are back in style

God bless America
God hates America!

Know your name and spell it well
Sign in blood, you might as well
See what you saw, see all you can see
As you get fucked by your own liberty now

If love is a taxi, the devil would drive
If hatred is English, then I’m speaking jive
If this is a fuck, then I’d run for a mile
When I say baby, bruises are back in style