Girl, you taste like coffee And you feel like rain I'm not the coffee, I'm not the hot rain I'm like the dust on the windowpane Down on the Sunset Strip train French fries and lying eyes Somebody, somewhere gets? Is that why they call you here? God bless America God bless the USA God lives in America In the land of the free Wishing they were dead Wishing you were dead instead It's cold and getting colder Since the day I told her I'm going to some place warmer I'm going to California Where the city falls down The people blowing up their town I'm gonna take that gun Girl at the end of the world God bless America God bless the USA God lives in America In the land of the free Wishing they were dead Wishing you were dead instead