American Poor - Dead Horses

There’s a new generation of poor

Faces clean and their eyes are pure

Empty stomachs but their mouths are full

American proud, American poor

They’ll send you a free book every year

A discount for your diagnosis, Dear

They’ll give you pills to take away your fears

American poor, American here

I left my innocence in the sea

With all things that I made believe

Shadow thing, it’s just me

Make believe, make believe

The people are working silently

Sweatin' in their own salty sea

Now they’re setting fire out in the streets

American proud, American poor

There can be no greater thing

Than to love a stranger

Yes, there can be no greater thing

American proud, American poor

We treat the people who serve us like shit

Cause nothing would ever really come of it

It’s fair if you say it’s fair.

It ain’t me so it’s not there

American proud, American poor