you are where i belong in your belly and your fire between us is a devil a ***** and saint you're america you are me, we are a thing greasy and clean grass and leaves and plumes o' glowing smoke in the fair and the smooth enchanting lips of night(you've got her dirt under your nails you've got pretty caked deep under your nails )you're faces lines of them cheek2cheek pressed and biting loving and ******* you're america (and that's why i love you)