Lyrics
San pablo ave, they hastened for american shores Primus, and they look to the statue of liberty
spending spare time down on
and he holds on tight to his dignity
Once a week gets a woman for the night, for the boy we have american life, they hastened for american shores
he works in the audio trade
And they look to the statue of liberty, residing in a cardboard box
Born and bred in the south bronx, the smoke from flux is filling his lungs
He s living off the streets down in east l, ong is a laotian refugee
in a town in southernmost sicily
it s a cold day on ellis isle
And he holds on tight to his dignity, and he holds on tight to his dignity Primus, for the boy we have american life
he s living off the streets down in east l
It s a cold day on ellis isle, san pablo ave American, for the boy we have american life
Now a mother and her son are standing in line, for the boy we have american life, and they look to the statue of liberty
For the boy we have american life, born and bred in the south bronx
And they look to the statue of liberty, searching for aluminum cans
Born and bred in the south bronx, spending spare time down on
and he holds on tight to his dignity
And he writes home tales of prosperity, in the year that fever took father away
residing in a cardboard box
spending spare time down on
And he writes home tales of prosperity, he s earning minimum wage
Ong is a laotian refugee, san pablo ave
and he writes home tales of prosperity
It s a cold day on ellis isle, in the year that fever took father away, and he holds on tight to his dignity
It s a cold day on ellis isle, and he holds on tight to his dignity American, searching for aluminum cans
Now he plays a little guit and he has a small dog, now a mother and her son are standing in line
And he writes home tales of prosperity, and he writes home tales of prosperity, spending spare time down on