Bruises Are Back In Style Testo

Testo Bruises Are Back In Style

God bless America, land that I loveStand beside her, and guide herThrough the night with the light up aboveFrom the mountain to the prarieThrough the ocean, white with foamGod bless America, my home sweet home!Write your name and spell it wellAll good children go straight to hellSee what you saw, see all you can seeAs you get fucked by your own liberty nowIf love is a taxi, the devil would driveIf hatred is English, then I'm speaking jiveIf this is a fuck, then I'd run for a mileWhen I say baby, bruises are back in styleGod bless AmericaGod hates AmericaKnow your name when you're in a ragePiss and shit line an empty cageThe people look, they all stop and stareAt the little girl with the long greasy hair nowIf love is a taxi, the devil would driveIf hatred is English, then I'm speaking jiveIf this is a fuck, then I'd run for a mileWhen I say baby, bruises are back in styleGod bless AmericaGod hates America!Know your name and spell it wellSign in blood, you might as wellSee what you saw, see all you can seeAs you get fucked by your own liberty nowIf love is a taxi, the devil would driveIf hatred is English, then I'm speaking jiveIf this is a fuck, then I'd run for a mileWhen I say baby, bruises are back in style