I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone. That man who with his fingers cheats, And who lies with every breath Who passionately hates his life, And likewise fears his death. I pity the poor immigrant, Who's strength is spend in vain, Who's heaven is like ironsides, Who's tears are like rain. Who eats but is not satisfied, Who hears but does not see. Who falls in love with wealth itself, And turns his back on me. I pity the poor immigrant, Who tramples through the mud Who fills his mouth with laughing And who builds his town with blood. Who's visions in the final end Must shatter like the glass, I pity the poor immigrant When his gladness comes to pass.
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Bob Dylan - I Pity The Poor Immigrant
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