PRIMUS - American Life lyrics

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In a town in southernmost sicily<br>Lived a family too proud to be poor<br>In the year that fever took father away<br>They hastened for american shores<br>Now a mother and her son are standing in line<br>It's a cold day on ellis isle<br>And they look to the statue of liberty<br>For the boy we have american life<br><br>Ong is a laotian refugee<br>He works in the audio trade<br>The smoke from flux is filling his lungs<br>He's earning minimum wage<br>Spending spare time down on<br>San pablo ave<br>Once a week gets a woman for the night<br>And he writes home tales of prosperity<br>For the boy we have american life<br><br>Bob is an unemployed veteran<br>Born and bred in the south bronx<br>He's living off the streets down in east l.a.<br>Residing in a cardboard box<br>Now he plays a little quit and he has a small dog<br>Searching for aluminum cans<br>And he hold on tight to his dignity<br>He was born into american life