Lyrics

Misfortune! crow - we the magpies

Apple orchard, war of dreams and a black eye

Fathers forsaken, Fathers revered

To either side the other is to be feared



But I’m…not tired of you America - I sing this

psalm in the choir for you America

Do your roads lead to Jericho?

Afterglow or fire and brimstone

It is said, “Let him without sin

cast the first stone”



For the pen is now the sword, words the sabers in a civil war

Then marching forth in divinity through a devil’s door

Words of wisdom in the ink of scorn

I’m so mighty tired of keeping score, yes I am



But I’m…not tired of you America - I sing this

psalm in the choir for you America

Do your roads lead to Jericho?

Shall we propose to you a toast or atone?

It is said, “Let him without sin

cast the first stone”



Hallelujah America

I heard the conversation stop

Hallelujah America

Land of freedom… is it not?



O beautiful, lest we forget

Sun comes up but we disagree if it's morning yet

For patriot dream, for some tongue in cheek

For each of us only sees what we wanna see



But I’m…not tired of you America - I sing this

psalm in the choir for you America

Do your roads lead to Jericho?

Does your soul cede self-control?

It is said, “Let him without sin

cast the first stone”