People Of America

There's too many holes in my pocket

There's too many joys around

Bottomless pits lie snarling all around

I don't care if you're a man or a woman

We all know where the power lies, it's in the

Bottomless pits of thunder behind blue skies

They sing it from New York to Paris from Peking to Rome

Hold me I'm out on my own

They sing it together they sing it alone

America, America, people of America, People of

America, America, America

The news says we shouldn't be loving

There's too many babies in town

Bottomless pits lie sentance to the crowds

I may seem like I got it together

But I know that I'm destined to die a prisoner of the

Bottomless pits that smile at me with blue eyes

They sing it from New York to Paris from Peking to Rome

Hold me I'm out on my own

They sing it together they sing it alone

America, America, people of America, People of

America, America, America

People always shout at the government man

It's the same wherever I go

But the feeling is on that nothing is wrong

With the people of America

America, America, people of America, People of

America, America, America