This Land Is Our Land Redux

From San Francisco to Rhode Island
 We hear an ached voice saying it's our land
 And we do thank you for your gift given
 We take your highways, hack them to ribbons
 What bits of ribbon? Stuff them in our ears
 Block out the voices calling you and me.
 Our voices, our calyces
 We'll shout it to the sky
 Our voices, we're fakers, we're makers
 Make this alright!
 We're making us alright!
 Make us alright! (x6)
 You're going to Christi, to North Dakota
 Good people chanted that it's all over
 With broken ribbons we filled the valleys
 Because they're endless we soak up the Gulfstream
 Grab ribbon highways into our cannons
 We aim and fire in cold blood sky
 Our voices, our cannons
 We'll shout 'em to the sky
 Our voices, we're makers, we're fakers
 Make us alright! (x7)
 Please make us alright!
 Please make this our land!
 Make this our land! (x17) (Praise to our land!)
 Make this alright! (x14) (Praise to God's land!)
 We make this our land!
 Just as You told us
 There's one more river
 You're doing more after New York City
 Yes, New York City
 There is a steeple
 Shadowed with people
 No end to skyways
 No redwood forests
 No golden valleys
 This land is sold
 Our voices, our calyces
 We'll shout them to the sky
 Our voices, we'll make this
 We'll make this, make this our land
 Make this our land! (x30) (Make this all right!) (x3)
 WHOO (x9)