There's Something Wrong with This Country

Well I know there's something wrong with this country I know it, I can feel it everywhere I can see there's something wrong with this country But does anybody even really care? We've got cops killing people on the street Mothers trying to make ends meet The preacher says there's heaven when you die So he's not gonna listen to you when you cry There's something wrong with this country There's something wrong with this house I'm sitting 'neath a rotten fucking apple tree But they're telling me the apples are all fine Hey, brother Amos, do you have a word for me? 'Cause I think that it's getting to be that time People taking bribes Anyone who needs is pushed aside The preacher wants the day of the Lord But he's not gonna like the darkness in store For his country I know there's something wrong with this country We've got bugs in our hair I can see there's something wrong with this country Everybody knows that nothing's fair We've got cops killing people on the street Mothers trying to make ends meet The preacher says there's heaven when you die So he's not gonna listen to you when you cry There's something with this country There's something wrong