Текст песни PRIMUS - American Life
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Текст песни PRIMUS - American Life
In a town in southernmost SicilyLived a family too proud to be poorIn the year that fever took father awayThey hastened for American shoresNow a mother and her son are standing in lineIt's a cold day on Ellis IsleAnd they look to the Statue of Liberty( )For the boy we have American LifeOng is a Laotian refugeeHe works in the audio tradeThe smoke from flux is filling his lungsHe's earning minimum wageSpending spare time down onSan Pablo aveOnce a week gets a woman for the nightAnd he writes home tales of prosperityFor the boy we have American LifeBob is an unemployed veteran