I was born a stranger
in this country's past
Songs and prayers
Across their bare chests
Who am I supposed to please?
What am i supposed to praise?
I was born a stranger
and a stranger I shall pass.
with their sacks across their knees
and the lines across their face
these are born to please
and these are born to hate
These are worth a million
and these are worth a dime
I as born a stranger
and a stranger I will die
I was born a stranger...
in this country's past
Songs and prayers
Across their bare chests
Who am I supposed to please?
What am i supposed to praise?
I was born a stranger
and a stranger I shall pass.
with their sacks across their knees
and the lines across their face
these are born to please
and these are born to hate
These are worth a million
and these are worth a dime
I as born a stranger
and a stranger I will die
I was born a stranger...
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