Indelicates America Lyrics

This little England, it's dingy and it's mean 
I've flirted with her mewling gods and petty jelousies 
These edited-reader rebels with their simulated causes 
Their weak-chinned snarls and red guitars I disregard them all 

When they pin me to the wall I'll say: 
I'm with America 
With godless America, I'll stand and I'll fall 
Though it cuts me to my soul that 
It must be America 
It must be America 
Or nothing at all. 

The Popstars who write operas and make fatuous remarks 
The theory-quoting upstarts who snort fair-trade coke in parks 
I find myself a loner and I find myself bereft 
I find myself agreeing with Bill O'Reilly more than the left. 

When they pin me to the wall I'll say: 
I'm with America 
With godless America, I'll stand and I'll fall 
Though it cuts me to my soul that 
It must be America 
It must be America 
Or nothing at all.