Toil and trouble, that's the American Way
Land a good job, one that will pay
Forget your passions, your desires, your truth
Don't stray from the path, don't be uncouth
How did we get here?
To this nation so desparate
For profit and power that we forget who we were
Dare we forget what once made us great?
A nation of immigrants, far from their home
Searching for something intangible to some
Freedom! Yes, but are we free now?
It seems we are in chains, led by the Cash Cow
We've lost sight of the importance of music and art
We no longer support children yearning to learn
Of how whole they will feel once they pick up the brush
Of how blowing their first notes will give them a rush
We long only for employees with souls and hearts made of mush
Passion and devotion, that's my American Way
Freedom to express, freedom to play
A nation of dreamers, with souls made of fire
Supported and cherished as they chase their desires