Music: Frank Wildhorn/Don Black
I don't care how hard the hardship
No one has the right to steal
And you cannot buy your soul back
God don't make that kind of deal
When your prayers all go unanswered
And the dust is getting worse
When you live near open sewers with just pennies in your purse
That is when the good Lord will become your Savior
He will lead you to the light
We are all God's children
His arms always open, we must all do what is right
You may be in debt
Wake up in a sweat
But let's not forget
You were made in America
We may be in debt
Wake up in a sweat
But let's not forget
We were made in America
We were made in America
You can't blame them
Who could blame them
Ain't their fault they turned to crime
A bar of soap's a luxury
Don't get much change from a dime
You can't blame those kids for wantin' to fill up their shopping bags
City Hall is low on kindness, but it don't run out of flags
They both grew up hungry
They were heading over
That's too good, oh you would say
All who sin must answer(All who sin)
And these two will answer
They will face a Judgement day
Sure they robbed some men
And they will again
Poor kids all of them
They were made in America
They had holes in every shoe
No dream can come true
They stole
Wouldn't you?
We may be in debt
Wake up in a sweat
But let's not forget, we were made in America
Wash away the demons
Fill your soul with kindness
We were made in America
We were made in America
We were made in Ameri-
We were made in Ameri-
We were made in America