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