There’s nothing wrong with Amerika Our leader is a Strawberry Bearer Proposing a thousand point argument to the bathroom mirror And fine we complain of the winter cold and summer heat Autumn is beautiful though and there’s nothing wrong with Amerika When leaves fall and windows break and babies cry From no milk or when the honey bees bark east from Alachua Past the Palm Coast reed and into the ocean The hive’s leader barren like lightning strike Will do what she has trained to do die and try again There’s nothing wrong with Amerika.