If All Else Fails Play Dead

Give me your tired poor huddled masses yearning to be free

the wretched refuse to this teaming shire and these

homeless tempest tossed to me

I lift my lamp beside the golden door

we rise up from the graves with our father's bones

with broken hearts we swore allegiance

but not today and not no more

we hold on to memories stored

one of these days I'll stand up and be counted

one of these days I'll make my family proud

one of these days I'll raise my voice so loud

for the benefit of everyone

Give me your tired poor huddled masses yearning to be free

the wretched refuse to this teaming shire and these

homeless tempest tossed to me

I lift my lamp beside the golden door

back to me before we're standing on the verge of indifference

back to me or give up everything you've ever wanted to know

One of these days when our history's not based on lies

one of these days there's no deceiving heart or deceitful eye

one of these days they're always right

I lift my lamp beside the golden door

send these homeless tempest tossed to me