America The Pitiful Lyrics - On The Seventh Day God Created... Master - Master

Oh pitiful for smoggy skies 

With amber lanes of waste 

With Dreadful mountain poverty's 

So many infants slain 

America, America 

God shed his wrath on thee 

No livelihood, It's just not good 

From sea to blackened sea 

Time ticks away, but still they play 

With plans of conquering 

The industry, they think they're free 

Toy soldiers of the damned 

America, America 

God shed his death on thee 

No livelihood, it's just not good 

From sea to blackened sea 

Oh Beautiful for spacious skies 

With amber waves of grain 

With purple mountain majesties 

Above the fruited plain 

America, America 

God shed his grace on thee 

With crown thy hood and brotherhood 

From sea to shining sea