It's the story about Johnny and his seed
Left a trail of apple trees
Fell asleep in the current of America
Not a one of those fruits was pure
But they like that shine for sure
Drunk in the current of America
(Vocal harmony)
When I was handed that apple by Eve
I think I might have bit a part of the seed
Caught a glimpse in the poison of America
She had me up as if I'd let her down
With a son on the run and another in the ground of
Ground of America
It's this woman that you gave me
Rotten apple of my eye
Of my side
(Vocal harmony)
It's as easy as mama's apple pie
Everything's measured out by eye
Oh, how we used to do it in America
Now even mama's got her own machine
Keeps her mind off the heavy things
Oh, 'cause now that's how we do it in America
It's this woman that you gave me
Rotten apple of my eye
Of my side for life
Mmm, for life
Mmm, for life, life, life
La la la la la-life
This apple is hangin' like a wreckin ball...

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