who pumps your gas, cooks your meals, works your fields   builds you skyscrapers, prints your newspapers, it's your next door neighbors   in the ghetto city, gated community, in the hills of Appalachia or Beverly   metropolitan, carlatan, American   words don't mean shit and souls wear too thing      my faith is lost from the burning cross   to the "American owned and operated" swastika   there's no pursuit of happiness in a land that's void of love   why should God bless America?      who cleans your gutter and your sewer   and is gonna die sooner   working fingers ot the bone   than in an office on the phone   underestimated   overlooked too long   don't tell me nothing's wrong   it seems like all the good is gone   who stokes the factory fires   gets nothing to retire   75 and standing on a greasy fryer   metropolitan, charlatan, American   words don't mean shit and souls wear too thing      my faith is lost from the steeple to the cross   to the satellite evangelical thug   there's no concer for selflessness, just smother push and shove   why should God bless America?      i'm a citizen of the world that was made   the maker's marks of soul on me they get over the shame   oh mercy all my ways