Primus - American Life Lyrics

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In a town in southernmost sicily

Lived a family too proud to be poor

In the year that fever took father away

They hastened for american shores

Now a mother and her son are standing in line

It's a cold day on ellis isle

And they look to the statue of liberty

For the boy we have american life

Ong is a laotian refugee

He works in the audio trade

The smoke from flux is filling his lungs

He's earning minimum wage

Spending spare time down on

San pablo ave

Once a week gets a woman for the night

And he writes home tales of prosperity

For the boy we have american life

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Bob is an unemployed veteran

Born and bred in the south bronx

He's living off the streets down in east l.a.

Residing in a cardboard box

Now he plays a little quit and he has a small dog

Searching for aluminum cans

And he hold on tight to his dignity

He was born into american life

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