In old burned out war from far away
came old burned out man with hair turned grey
spent his whole life searching just to find a better place
his retreating life outrunning death in a violent race
a refugee camper in a camp that was laid waste
it was the worst of times in the midst of all he faced
a poorman left his dead family, dead children and wife
leaving on airplane to escape his country's strife
after arriving in the land of the free
a mighty green statue was all he could see
his eyes tearfilled for the ones left behind
they helped pay for his trip people so kind
his family buried away in a battle so wrong
from the depths of it all came a short sweet song....
La da da dee......dee da.....I found Amerika
Is it possible you think to change your own fate
or is just a eternall bus stop to which we all must wait?
what will they sing when this place is burning
when the moon turns red and the tables start turning
I hope we'll never see that terror in it's day
for now I can only hope and obey
the thoughts that worry
would like to hurry
the end
after arriving in the land of the free
what will our response be
to the tune of judgement
the new alignment
as god descends on the right and wrong
and he sings that short sweet song
La da da dee.......dee dah I found Amerika.
came old burned out man with hair turned grey
spent his whole life searching just to find a better place
his retreating life outrunning death in a violent race
a refugee camper in a camp that was laid waste
it was the worst of times in the midst of all he faced
a poorman left his dead family, dead children and wife
leaving on airplane to escape his country's strife
after arriving in the land of the free
a mighty green statue was all he could see
his eyes tearfilled for the ones left behind
they helped pay for his trip people so kind
his family buried away in a battle so wrong
from the depths of it all came a short sweet song....
La da da dee......dee da.....I found Amerika
Is it possible you think to change your own fate
or is just a eternall bus stop to which we all must wait?
what will they sing when this place is burning
when the moon turns red and the tables start turning
I hope we'll never see that terror in it's day
for now I can only hope and obey
the thoughts that worry
would like to hurry
the end
after arriving in the land of the free
what will our response be
to the tune of judgement
the new alignment
as god descends on the right and wrong
and he sings that short sweet song
La da da dee.......dee dah I found Amerika.
