There’s the street and there’s the land

Here’s a phone and here’s my hand

Tell me of America oh-oh

I’m so tired of just hearing machines stay on

I believe the Holy Ghost

Lives inside a book at most

But living in our bones is the same splintered timber

Cut out from the very same tree at dawn

It’s an American wrong

“No, No Not Again” song

Turn the new begin-

Turn the new begin-

Turn the new begin-

Turn the new begin-

Turn the new begin-

Turn the new begin

Turn the new beginning on

I don’t want to fight no more

What is all this fighting for?

I know, the video games will stop ringing

If we stop putting quarters in

Wanna?

It’s an American wrong

“No, No Not Again” song

Turn the new begin-

Turn the new begin-

Turn the new begin-

Turn the new begin-

Turn the new begin-

Turn the new begin

Turn the new beginning on