Conquered freak soldiers return from the war   And the stares of the countrymen look just as they did before   And the women whom they loved have all turned into whores   And the band still can't play any better than before   And I'm tired and I think I'll go to bed   For America's under fire and the sky's turning red   They step off the train and wonder who's to blame   For all this madness and sorrow   The streets are filled with blind men, all viciously insane   You stand there and they hold you a cup and a cane   And I'm tired and I think I'll go to bed   For America's under fire and the sky's turning red   And the bombs they go boom like a big red balloon   In the evening sky   And the rockets they burst and shatter the earth   Making the little girls cry   And the bells they are ringing and the children are singing   Oh but they don't know why   And the airplanes are strafing and the people are laughing   They know not what it is to cry, to cry   Mother and daddy give him a kiss and shake his hand   Congratulations my son, on becoming a man   And the generals can't see the reason   There's such a high percentage of treason   They feel, they're quite sure that it must just be the season   And I'm tired and I think I'll go to bed   For America's under fire and the sky's turning red   And I'm tired and I think I'll go to bed   For America's under fire and the sky's turning red   "America, America, God shed his grace on me   And crown thy herd with brotherhood from sea to shining sea"