Lyrics

There's too many holes in my pocket There's too many joys around Bottomless pits lie snarling all around I don't care if you're a man or a woman We all know where the power lies, it's in the Bottomless pits of thunder behind blue skies They sing it from New York to Paris from Peking to Rome Hold me I'm out on my own They sing it together they sing it alone America, America, people of America People of America, America, America The news says we shouldn't be loving There's too many babies in town Bottomless pits lie sentence to the crowds I may seem like I got it together But I know that I'm destined to die a prisoner of the Bottomless pits that smile at me with blue eyes They sing it from New York to Paris from Peking to Rome Hold me I'm out on my own They sing it together they sing it alone America, America, people of America People of America, America, America People always shout at the government man It's the same wherever I go But the feeling is on that nothing is wrong With the people of America America, America, people of America People of America, America, America