Lyrics

Marching in the street I see the soldiers of the new regime will fight another day
Underground and underpaid resistance fighters in the shade awaiting the sign – ready to die – crazy martyrs anyway
Very soon it will begin tension in the air citizens are rushing in as they all prepare
I dream of a safer place far away from home half a million wars away and I know children grow God is there this can’t happen
In America – I don’t know but I’ve been told In America all our dreams are etched in stone

Many kids have died today supplies are few and far away the truck has broken down
Skin and bones are crying out filling up an empty mouth with hungers’ refrain listen to pain singing for a holiday
Even if the rain should come nothing’s washed away bandits on the roads at night stealing hope away
I dream of a better place from away here eating something every day and I know children grow God is there this can’t happen
In America – I don’t know but I’ve been told In America streets of dreams all paved with gold.

Crawling down an alley way I don’t know how I got away the dealer never fails
Growing weak from loss of blood or maybe just too many drugs my mind slips away everything’s gray what’s this country that I’m in?
When I was a little boy Mom would sing a song. I would sit upon her knee and I’d sing along
Of a different USA this can’t be the one like a thousand highs away but I know children grow God is there this can’t happen
In America I don’t know but I’ve been told In America promises to have and hold
In America I don’t know but I’ve been told in America fortune shines / bright and bold
In America in America in America in America