Give me your tired, poor masses to breathe free
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door
And all will bask in freedom for ever more
And all will bask in freedom for ever more
Welcome to America – the best democracy
The President got elected by the Supreme judiciary
He breaks the laws and spies on people here
And stays in power by keeping us in fear
And stays in power by keeping us in fear
We jail more people here than almost anywhere
And we’re real proud of our electric chair
With so many guns - someone’s always shot
And if you’re coloured they’ll arrest you on the spot
And if you’re coloured they’ll arrest you on the spot
We’re building a wall to keep the Mexicans out
Their crime is taking jobs that Americans don’t want
English and Christian are what you have to be
If you want to live here like us – hassle free
If you want to live here like us – hassle free
So keep you poor and homeless away from our door
You could be a terrorist we don’t want you here no more
And just in case you get here – how I don’t know
We’ll send you off for torture to Guantanamo
We’ll send you off for torture to Guantanamo
Give me your tired, poor masses to breathe free
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door
And all will bask in freedom for ever more
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door
And all will bask in freedom for ever more
And all will bask in freedom for ever more
Welcome to America – the best democracy
The President got elected by the Supreme judiciary
He breaks the laws and spies on people here
And stays in power by keeping us in fear
And stays in power by keeping us in fear
We jail more people here than almost anywhere
And we’re real proud of our electric chair
With so many guns - someone’s always shot
And if you’re coloured they’ll arrest you on the spot
And if you’re coloured they’ll arrest you on the spot
We’re building a wall to keep the Mexicans out
Their crime is taking jobs that Americans don’t want
English and Christian are what you have to be
If you want to live here like us – hassle free
If you want to live here like us – hassle free
So keep you poor and homeless away from our door
You could be a terrorist we don’t want you here no more
And just in case you get here – how I don’t know
We’ll send you off for torture to Guantanamo
We’ll send you off for torture to Guantanamo
Give me your tired, poor masses to breathe free
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door
And all will bask in freedom for ever more
envoyé par Bartleby - 5/5/2011 - 10:12
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