There's blood on the sidewalk from someone I don't know
I step around it so I won't get it on my shoe
On my way to work in Washington D.C.
My name is America but I pronounced it George
Some people think I am rich but I am mostly poor
And I cover it up to get you to fight in my war
The truth is I am my own enemy
But I'll buy anything you advertise on TV
On my way to work in Washington D.C.
Got to make it look good
Got to make it look good
Every Friday Karen and Kathy
Go to take care of babies with aids
Who were born like their mothers, addicted to crack
Drinking their bottles lying on their backs
Just like their fathers "mom ain't coming back"
On my way to work in Washington
On my way to work in Washington D.C.
Got to make it look good
There's blood on the sidewalk from someone I might know
Should I step around it so I won't get it on my soul
On my way to work in Washington
On my way to work in Washington D.C.