You´re happy all the time
I just don´t understand why I can´t be happy too
Your smiles are salt in the wound
A slap upon a back that´s been toiling in the sun

When will I get mine?
Or must I be a god-fearing, white american?
Oh everything is fine
As long as you´re a god-fearing, white american

Why should the thieves have all of the fun?
Selling us water by the river, they don´t speak for everyone
I´m ready to run and you´re making me crawl
Selling me water by the river, they don´t speak for me at all

The man about the town
The beauty queen, the paragon of civilization
But shadows cling to us all
Even those convinced that they´re sheltered and immune

When will I get mine?
Or must I be a god-fearing, white american?

Why should the thieves have all of the fun?
Selling us water by the river, they don´t speak for everyone
I´m ready to run and you´re making me crawl
Selling me water by the river, they don´t speak for me at all