America - Sick Of It All

Loyalty, I gave my loyalty

I gave my heart and my soul

My heart and soul and all I could give

For a reason to live

Fidelity, always fidelity

Putting everything I was aside

And I tried to be the best in their eyes

How could they do this

How could they do this

How could they do this to me?

Suffering, the pain and suffering

Being separate again, separate again

From what I hold dear

And the shame of the tears

Disappeared, the honors disappeared

With the betrayal of trust my body and being

They washed their hands of me

Once and for all

How could they do this

How could they do this

How could they do this to me?

This statistic won’t lay down

Take a number or stand in line

This statistic wants to hear

That they’re guilty about their crimes

This statistic won’t lay down

Take a number or stand in line

This statistic wants to hear

That they’re guilty about their crimes

America!