Bruises Are Back In Style Lyrics - Jack Off Jill

God bless America, land that I love 

Stand beside her, and guide her, through the night with the light up above 

From the mountain, to the prairie, through the ocean white with foam 

God bless America, my home sweet home! 

Write your name, and spell it well 

All good children go straight to hell 

See what you saw, see all you can see, 

As you get fucked by your own liberty now 

If love is a taxi, the devil would drive 

If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive 

If this is a fuck, then I run for a mile 

When I say baby, bruises are back in style. 

God bless America! God hates America! 

Know your name when you're in a rage, 

Piss and shit lines an empty cage 

The people look, they all stop and stare 

At the little girl with the long greasy hair now. 

If love is a taxi, the devil would drive 

If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive 

If this is a fuck, then I run for a mile 

When I say baby, bruises are back in style. 

God bless America! God hates America! 

Know your name, and spell it well 

Sign in blood, you might as well 

See what you saw, see all you can see 

As you get fucked by your own liberty now 

If love is a taxi, the devil would drive 

If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive 

If this is a fuck, then I run for a mile 

When I scream baby, bruises are back in style.