Miss Liberty turn inna Jazabelle
All the dreams you go sell, de whole dem turn inna hell
Her bed of roses are filled with thorns
Her righteous robes are tattered and torn
If she had only stood for love, that would have been enough
She wouldn't have to hide her shame
If she had only stood for love, that would have been enough
But now she's burnt us all with her flames
Amerimacka, oh what a beautiful life
Amerimacka, is like licking honey off a knife
Amerimacka, oh what a beautiful sight
Amerimacka, don't be blinded by the light
The land of the free built on slavery
Our consciousness in captivity
Promise land is the liar's den
Your culture of greed has got to end
Now we're laying in the mud, looking up above
Tear wather just ah drop from the sky
They try to keep us in the mud, separating us from love
But me nah go let dem conquer de I
Amerimacka, oh what a beautiful life
Amerimacka, is like licking honey off a knife
Amerimacka, oh what a beautiful sight
Amerimacka, don't be blinded by the light
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