Lyrics:

From West L.A. to New York City cleaning dishes in the wallstreet hype miss liberty and golden gate so pretty and Uncle Sam is cleaning stars and stripes We're all stickin' together in the fields where we don't belong but we gonna win now or never so proud fightin' the streets for a trashcan-dinner [CHORUS:] America, the promised land forever free and never dying America, a dream comes true a helping hand needs no denying From New Orleans to 'old' Milwaukee streets still not clean from colored men the heartland of your heart is where your heart is can you afford to pay for not to die? We all have to face it forever we all have to dance with wolves can't you dig it, white nigger? take this to live and let die is not the meaning of life [CHORUS SOLO: Sascha CHORUS]