| | American Life Lyrics Artist(Band):Primus
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 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 For the boy we have American Life He was born into American Life For the boy we have American Life If you find some error in American Life Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to adam for submitting the lyrics. Review about American Life My Dad and Primus! | Reviewer: Tiffany Chance | 11/26/2007 my dad listened to this band a long time ago, and a few weeks ago i found a tape of this band's and listened to it... too bad that it had my kind of music over it!!! Review the song American Life The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Primus" Music | |
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