Lyrics Miss America - James

Miss America's wearing thin
She's all tiaras and glamour
Can't stop the boss from keeping his hands off
It's all snakes, no ladders

Miss America says live the dream
So long as you're born white
Killed the natives and jailed the slaves
Moved more to the right

May God bless you
And your golden sons
May God bless you
And your love of guns
May God bless you
And your passion for freedom
Sold to the man with the tan

May God bless you
And your golden sons
May God bless you
And your love of guns
May God bless you
And your passion for freedom
Sold to the man with the tan

Looks so good in the photographs
Just smile
Not so good when the lights go down
Heels about to break
"She's not straight!"
Her judge cries

Miss America's rescue plan
Rocket ships to Mars
Fouled the nest so we'll start again
With billionaires and film stars