I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.
Folks, I'm telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.
There is no color line in death. I swear to the lord I still can't see Why Democracy means Everybody but me. O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath - America will be! I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.