Bring me your poor, give me your weak,
`cos I can make strong, the man who can`t speak.
I`m out on my own in the field of life,
harvesting souls for your children and wife.
Sam is your leader,
the eagle has flown.
He`s making mountains,
out of skin and bone.
Sam is your leader,
the eagle is here.
I`d like to hate you ..
but I love you dear.
A nation of nations where wisdom are pearls,
the lip of anger is starting to curl.
The immigrants rally, hand on their hearts,
bearing the load that`s stacked on the cart.
In the Tinsel Town country where a cowboy is king,
a fortified pheonix takes to the wing.
Defending old glory and turning invader,
Liberties torch is a hand held Grenada.