Amnerika Lyrics
This is the new AM-NERIKA now!
(AMNESIA/AMERIKA--Better, somehow)
What cannot be fixed by a favor or bribe,
Should be dead or forgotten--it must not survive!
Those dreadful CREATIVES!
Those up-rising NATIVES!
They make us remember; They cause us such grief!
My HOLY DISEASE is the only relief!
I looked into the Bible,
Yes! And so, I'm not liable
for guilt to apply!
Those dreadful CREATIVES have all got to die!
