The cause of America is in great measure the cause of all mankind.
Lonely as america, a throatpierced sound in the night.
All that hitchhikin all that railroadin all that comin back to america
We were on the roof of america and all we could do was yell.
I suddenly began to realize that everybody in america is a natural-born thief.
America is a lonely crock of shit...
Whither goest thou, america, in thy shiny car at night?
This is the story of america. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.