Lyrics People Of America - It Bites

People Of America

There’s too many holes in my pocket
There’s too many joys around
Bottomless pits lie snarling all around
I don’t care if you’re a man or a woman
We all know where the power lies, it’s in the
Bottomless pits of thunder behind blue skies
They sing it from New York to Paris from Peking to Rome
Hold me I’m out on my own
They sing it together they sing it alone
America, America, people of America
People of America, America, America
The news says we shouldn’t be loving
There’s too many babies in town
Bottomless pits lie sentence to the crowds
I may seem like I got it together
But I know that I’m destined to die a prisoner of the
Bottomless pits that smile at me with blue eyes
They sing it from New York to Paris from Peking to Rome
Hold me I’m out on my own
They sing it together they sing it alone
America, America, people of America
People of America, America, America
People always shout at the government man
It’s the same wherever I go
But the feeling is on that nothing is wrong
With the people of America
America, America, people of America
People of America, America, America