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Tytuł: Merica

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looks like america's dropped her load
  she was ready to explode
  i could not see her from up here
  cuz she was lyin' in the road
  
  my head's in the ground
  i can't make a sound
  my head's in the ground
  
  looks like america's dropped her load
  she tried to cal me on the telephone
  "everything is fine, now the baby's here!"
  she'll have to handle this one on her own
  
  my head's in the ground
  i can't make a sound
  the priests were all stoned
  
  california was in my mind
  and love was a game that we played
  
  my head's in the ground
  i can't make a sound
  the priests were all stoned
  the fact that you moaned
  
  my head's in the ground