Land Of Our Birth
The American dream has become survival
Failing that, a warped Jesus Christ revival
Walking down the street, avoiding the lumps of forgotten people
Looking into the sunrise, your view blocked by the steeple
My country is so downtrodden with false fears
That we would murder innocent people to oil the gears.
The sea runs dark with the blood that we spill
Not to mention the garbage and the poisons that make it darker still.
Our country must hate motherhood, birth and love the same
Why is it that we don't kneel down and cry with shame
When so many impoverished children are forced into corporate slavery
With the rest of us.
Given only spare change, cattle brands and sores filled with puss.
"It's ten o' clock; do you know where your children are?"
I bet you're off, off by far
I'll bet they're walking the streets for a bit of cash to buy bread
Or were they stopped by a cop and shot in the head?
This is America the beautiful, America the free
Land of vast conscience and endless destiny
Who would not choose to raise children under skies so blue?
Who would dare to see the truth as it is shining through?
Who would stand with me and give it back its worth?
Who will stand to heal this land, the land of our birth?