America
Words and Music by Joe Bolinger

What is this pain?
Is it birth or is it death?
It is not fear that I fear.
Out in the land,
It’s the worst and it’s the best.
Do not hold your children too dear.

Chorus:
  Wake Up, wake up.
America, God shed his grace on thee
And youth is wasted on the young
And America is wasted on me.
And America is wasted on me.

Out in the pines
They are bundled like sticks
Back to back, rifles at aim.
The blacks and the whites
And the jews and hispanics
Those Americans all look the same. 

Chorus

200 years, 200 years.
We fill in the cracks with our blood and our tears.
And everyone has gathered around us now.
Straining to see what exactly it is that we have found
And we don’t know.

Open your eyes,
yes now open your eyes.
Is it darkness, or dawn’s early light?
Our good has been crowned,
And our brotherhood’s found,
But rockets still streak the night.