THICK AMERICAN SKIN

 

The colors of my country, the colors of a bruise

With fifty stars to signify that no one’s born to lose

And the gifts that we are given come bestowed by tired hands

Tied to no known race, religion, nor native of this land

And I am falling into a freedom trail

High as any mountain range as yet unknown

And I am falling into a freedom cheer

Celebrating all the many things that I hold dear

 

I celebrate this freedom, and I celebrate my home

And I celebrate this fenced in land that we are standing on

Oh, I celebrate and celebrate and celebrate again

And I use this day to celebrate my thick American skin

Meanwhile the fate of all the world is knocking at the door

And we say, this is private property, don’t come ‘round here no more

 

And we are falling into a freedom trail

Deep as any goldmine as yet unshown

And we are falling into a freedom fear now

Afraid of losing all the many things that we hold dear

 

And the colors of this country, the colors of a bruise

With fifty stars to signify the red, the white, the blue

And the fight that we are fighting I fear will help no future day

And only hinder lady liberty wandring on her way

No, this fight that we are fighting I know will help no future day

And only hinder all of us as we wander on our way

May we please not hinder lady liberty wandering on her way