The Renaissance - COLD IS BEING lyrics

We are the land that gave unto me

We are the land where you cop a plea

We are the land that your dollar bore

We are the land that wants so much more

American pride do the need of other

American pride neglect the need ourselves

Freedom cried and was made to say uncle

Sam and his boys "we're only here to help"

We are the land where the wild run free

We are the land of hypocrisy

We are the land that your gods have sent

We are the land of the new covenant

And so unto thee I give you the promised land

You'll burn for your forty days and nights

Just to find the land of broken promises

Our streets of gold and our cities of light

So welcome to your new home

Come and add to the disaster

Final sale, everything must go

Why don't you bleed us faster

Give us your tired, your homeless, diseased

Break us apart with select unity

Give us your hopeless, your faithless, ignored

Give us your dollars for their room and board

We are the land where the wild run free

We are the land of hostility

We are the land that your gods have sent

We are the land of the new covenant

We are the promised land