America is essentially a dream
It is a dream of a land where men of all races, of all nationalities
And of all creeds, can live together as brothers
Wasn't it long ago
Wasn't it a New England coast
Wasn't it the standard people praying to
The Son and the Father and the Holy Ghost
That they are endowed by their creator
One nation under God
With certain unalienable rights
Is that what we've now become?
The founding fathers left a noble legacy
That among these are life, liberty
And the pursuit of happiness
To their sons and daughters
Look at what we've done
Look at what we've done
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
As we learn to bite the hand
That tries to feed us
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
If we say that we are free
Who will believe us?
If we breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
See the powder on the glass
See the pillow on the street
See the charter of a modern love
With no obligations or promises to meet
Hear the fear of disease