Thick American Skin 가사

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 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 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 that we weren't born to lose And the fight that we are fighting I fear will help no future day And only hinder lady liberty wandering on her way The 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.