We’re not the type to shed a tear;

We’re rather stoic as a rule.

Our jaws are square, our cheeks stay dry,

And yet you’ll know the reason why

We’re crying for America.

 

The tinpot sheriff waves his gun;

His henchmen giggle from the back.

The landscape is replete with lies;

As one more blameless victim dies,

We’re crying for America.

 

The air is thick, the coin is fear,

All decency is under threat.

This angry army of the mad

Would crush the freedoms we once had;

We’re crying for America.

 

Nowhere is sane, nowhere is safe,

They spread their dirt across the world.

Now dialogue is coarse and cheap,

The hate they sow is running deep;

We’re crying for America.