Looks like america's dropped her load
she was ready to explode
I could not see her from up here
'cause she was lyin' in the road
my head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
my head's in the ground
Looks like america's dropped her load
she tried to call me on the telephone
"eveything is fine now the baby's here!"
she'll have to handle this one on her own
my head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
the priests were all stoned
california was in my mind
and love was a game that we played
my head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
the priests were all stoned
the fact that you moaned
my head's in the ground (repeat)
Lyrics submitted by Caverna[RR]
"Merica" as written by Chad David Taylor Chad Alan Gracey
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Now he hides from her and the baby ---> My head's in the ground