Miss Liberty turn inna Jezzabelle

All de dreams you go sell, de whole dem turn inna hell

Her bed of roses are filled with thorns

Her righteous robes are tattered and torn


If she had only stood for love

That would have been enough

She wouldn't have to hide her shame

If she had only stood for love

That would have been enough

But now she's burnt us all with her flames


Amerimacka

Oh what a beautiful life

Amerimacka

Is like licking honey off a knife


Amerimacka

Oh what a beautiful sight

Amerimacka

Oh what a beautiful life


The land of the free built on slavery 

Our consciousness in captivity

The promise land is the liar's den

Your culture of greed has got to end


Now we're laying in the mud

Looking up above

Tear water just ah drop from the sky

They try to keep us in the mud

Separating us from love

But me nah go let dem conquer de I


Amerimacka

Oh what a beautiful life

Amerimacka

Is like licking honey off a knife


Amerimacka

Oh what a beautiful sight

Amerimacka

Oh what a beautiful life


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