America I've given you all and now I'm nothing, two dollars and twenty-seven cents, you've burned a hole inside my pocket now the change is gone, America I drink every chance I get, I don't feel good don't bother me, thanks to you I'll never be in my right mind, no thanks to me I'll never be in my right mind, America why are your libraries full of tears, Philadelphia why won't you let those tears be shed, suppression of emotions only makes things worse, but I'm probably just talking to myself again. I've had enough of your insane demands. Ginsberg was right, we're all fucked this is quite serious.