America, home of the brave

But the brave ones are not home

Most soldiers here lie in their grave

Or are sleeping in sea foam

 

America, land of the free

And for most it seems that way

But minorities disagree

For hateful words, unequal pay

 

America, the beautiful

With skies shrouded in smog

The seas the next big garbage hull

The forests down to logs

 

Our country has such great sayings

That get people through their days,

But in the end these things aren't staying

In a multitude of ways

 

I love our country, bleak and broke

With flaws and problems full

Cause in the end, after I croak,

It's home,  however dull

 

America, our home sweet home,

Needs lots of work to thrive

With prestige high and morals stone

But that's up to our drive

 

We can change things for the better

We can make our country great

So it can live up to its letter

And 10 of 10 the world will rate

 

America was once the best

And soon, again, we'll pass that test