American Land

From coast to shining coast they say, but who's shining now;

I see shadows stretch and play across this furrowed brow.

So raise a glass and sing a song;

this American land is our American land;

fight for American land, freedom.

My grandpa crossed the sea so wide to chase a promised dream,

but factories swallowed him inside, a silent screaming scene.

So raise a glass and sing a song;

this American land is our American land;

fight for American land, freedom.