Lyrics
I thought we the people had a brain
I thought we the people had a say
Coulda sworn I read it somewhere
Mighta seen it on a bumper sticker
I thought we the people had a right
I guess we the people, we're wrong
We the people always are
Let's go elect another god
The love they make
I don't give a damn anyway
Rules are made to break
Too big, too mean, too blind
The American dream
Or a bag of magic beans
You can fight on TV
Whatever you need
Send me your tired
Your poor and broken
Send me your life
So I can break you
We the people can have a plan
We the people can make a stand
Coulda swore I read it somewhere
Mighta seen it in the funny papers
Your money's made to take
Too cheap to steal, to rob
I could tell you had a dream
That busted at the seams
You can get it on the TV
Whatever you need
Send me your tired
Your poor and broken
Send me your life
So I can break you
Give me your trust
Your faith and wishes
Give me your life
So I can own you
Control you
Hope I sell out
Hope I sell out
Every day there's something new to try
Every day there's something new to buy
Every day there's a new American dream
Goin' broke in the land of opportunity
Send me your tired
Your poor and broken
Send me your life
So I can break you
Give me your trust
Your faith and wishes
Give me your life
So I can own you
