<b>1,                                       2,                                        3.</b><b></b>

<b>O beautiful for endless wars,            Oh beautiful for arms races               Oh beautiful for wars provoked,</b><b></b>

<b>For searing waves of pain,               Whose profits are immense,                By coups and covert schemes.</b><b></b>

<b>For vicious bombing travesties           For bombs and guns yield ample funds,     For C.I.A.-armed militias</b><b></b>

<b>Above the ravaged plains!                At peoples' great expense.                For cover-ups obscene.</b><b></b>

<b>America, America                         America, America,                         America, America,</b><b></b>

<b>God shed his tears on thee.              Your war machine marches on,              The war drums never cease.</b><b></b>

<b>And crown falsehood with orphanhood      Exploiting fears for countless years,     And those who die can't question why,</b><b></b>

<b>From sea to blood-drenched sea!          With lives and truth undone.              While living folks are fleeced.</b><b></b>

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<b>4.                                       5.</b><b></b>

<b>Oh beautiful for blinding lies,          Oh beautiful for endless lies,</b><b></b>

<b>That fuel the war machine,               Disguised as noble cause,</b><b></b>

<b>With flags unfurled and hatred hurled    For glory sung by silver tongue</b><b></b>

<b>The truth is rarely seen.                And arms merchants' applause.</b><b></b>

<b>America, America,                        America, America,</b><b></b>

<b>Your leaders fan the flames,             Your dreams were made malign.</b><b></b>

<b>And in the din of hate and lies,         The land of the free is now merely</b><b></b>

<b>They play their deadly game.             An empire in decline.</b><b></b>

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