Some say the end is near
Some say it's already over
Some say: Hey man, you're too serious
And everyone of you wants to go out with a bang
This life leaves
A bad taste in my mouth
So false lead
That even shadows doubt
South of nowhere
South is nowhere
Pull the covers over your head
Turn up your stereo just as loud as it can go
But fate's a twisted little creeper
The less you want to hear, the more you're gonna know
This life leaves
A bad taste in my mouth
So false lead
That even shadows doubt
With deep regret, strike out for the South
But South of nowhere
South is nowhere
Smoke your cigarettes one by one
Live it up, these are the glory days
Caution is a whisper long gone to the wind
This is America
This is America
This is America
