People Of America Lyrics

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

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