Oh pitiful for smoggy skies

With amber lanes of waste

With Dreadful mountain poverty's

So many infants slain



America, America

God shed his wrath on thee

No livelihood, It's just not good

From sea to blackened sea



Time ticks away, but still they play

With plans of conquering

The industry, they think they're free

Toy soldiers of the damned



America, America

God shed his death on thee

No livelihood, it's just not good

From sea to blackened sea



Oh Beautiful for spacious skies

With amber waves of grain

With purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain



America, America

God shed his grace on thee

With crown thy hood and brotherhood

From sea to shining sea