It's easy to be sweet on anybody that you meet
When you never see their crying face
Swimming through trash on carpets stained with ash
We're all crying in the USA
Crying in the USA, lord, crying in the USA
I'm in too deep and I want to go to sleep
But I'm crying in the USA
Feed me apples and carrots and corn and
Treat me like a little baby
Mother's milk and father's scorn
Ain't gonna teach me how to not be lazy
Crying in the USA, lord, crying in the USA
I'm in too deep and I want to go to sleep
But I'm crying in the USA
Very many softly lie and sweetly sleep low in the ground
While others only live to watch college sports
In an empty white room but for a TV and a couch
And their balls hanging out of their boxer shorts
Crying in the USA, lord, crying in the USA
I'm in too deep and I want to go to sleep
But I'm crying in the USA
We're all flames and cracked brass bells
From the mighty Chattahoochee to Seattle
Desert sage and sulfur smells
And guns with a knife for a handle
Crying in the USA, lord, crying in the USA
I'm in too deep and I want to go to sleep
But I'm crying in the USA
