Lyrics

Maybe i'll go to mexico
Cross the border line
Get out of this country
I once called mine
The fixed the election
Right before our eyes
Before we knew it
It was killing time
I want to get out of here
I want to sit by the oceanside
Its not the land of the free
Its the land of lies
This land doesn't feel at all like mine
Maybe i'll go to ireland
Get back to my roots
Feel like putting on my walking shoes
Turning my back on the killing
Going in search of some truth
Where the hills are rolling
And the oceans blue
I want to get out of here
Take a stroll in the countryside
Its not the home of the brave
Its the home where
Mothers children die
This land doesn't feel at all like mine
This land doesn't feel like my land
Does it feel like yours?
I already know that the answer isn't war
This land wasn't made for you
And it wasn't made for me
We're all just passing thru
Can't you see
I want to get out of here
Can't watch anymore people die
Its not the land of the free
Dont want to be part of the lie
This land doesn't feel at all like mine
This land doesn't feel at all like mine
Not at all like mine.