Rubber on my tires making contact with the road   Sign on the streetpost tells me which way I should go   Riding down America Street funny that it's one way   Riding down from uptown to where the buildings are broken down in decay      America Street it's right nearby   Land of the free and the brave   If we can't work and make some change   There won't be much of this land left to save      It's a classic case of misdirection and slight of hand   We watch while our deficit grows   What a shame that we can't teach our kids to read   Makes you wonder where all the tax money goes      Well America Street it's right nearby   Land of the free and the brave   And if we can't work and make some change   There won't be much of this land left to save      Won't be much to save   Excuse me sir pardon me can you spare some change   Because it's cold and I live outside   A thoughtful search into my pockets finds enough so he can rocket   Right up to the bar and enjoy his lie      America Street it's right nearby   Land of the free and the brave   And if we can't work and make some change   There won't be much of this land left to save   Won't be much to save...