מילים לשיר American Life – Primus

In a town in southernmost Sicily
In the year that fever took father away
Lived a family too proud to be poor
They hastened for American shores
Now a mother and her son are standing in line
It's a cold day on Ellis Isle
And they look to the Statue of Liberty
For the boy we have American Life
He works in the audio trade Ong is a Laotian refugee
The smoke from flux is filling his lungs
He's earning minimum wage
Spending spare time down on
San Pablo ave
And he writes home tales of prosperity
Once a week gets a woman for the night
For the boy we have American Life
Bob is an unemployed veteran Born and bred in the South Bronx
Searching for aluminum cans
He's living off the streets down in east L.A.
Residing in a cardboard box
Now he plays a little quit and he has a small dog
He was born into American Life.