Scream From New York, NY

It's the end of the world
And I feel fine
A moment away
I take my time

Middle Church
Burning in the low cold hum of holy motors
Black smoke
Coughing through their mask
Old man is taking pictures
The people didn't make a sound
A humming bled all around

Morning in America
Morning in America
And I don't know what this started
But it's coming up slowly and hauled in a bag
You ask me the question of: Who made the rats?
And I can't explain it, and you're never convinced
I just don't have the words, they don't make words for this
You hold it down and buy it back
It's bending more now, the mortar is cracked
But they don't complain about the noise from above
The neighbors hear the scream enough
Morning in America
Morning in America

If they could hear the picture, it'd sound like this
A gasping confirmation that they exist
It echoes through the city and passes on
I hear it every evening and every dawn

Morning in America
It's morning in America
And I don't know what this started
You hold it down and buy it back
It's bending more now, the mortar is cracked
But they don't complain about the noise from above
The neighbors hear the screams enough
Morning in America
Morning in America