We are the land that gave unto me We are the land where you cop a plea We are the land that your dollar bore We are the land that wants so much more American pride do the need of other American pride neglect the need ourselves Freedom cried and was made to say uncle Sam and his boys "we're only here to help" We are the land where the wild run free We are the land of hypocrisy We are the land that your gods have sent We are the land of the new covenant
And so unto thee I give you the promised land You'll burn for your forty days and nights Just to find the land of broken promises Our streets of gold and our cities of light So welcome to your new home Come and add to the disaster Final sale, everything must go Why don't you bleed us faster
Give us your tired, your homeless, diseased Break us apart with select unity Give us your hopeless, your faithless, ignored Give us your dollars for their room and board We are the land where the wild run free We are the land of hostility We are the land that your gods have sent We are the land of the new covenant We are the promised land
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