It's a well-known fact that our presidents lie
The truth is a fad for the little guy
False reports of attacks on ships
While our luxury liners entertain for tips
The working poor are our new heroes
Rich in spirit or so the story goes
Few care about them anyway
The bottom line is that poverty pays
The richer I get
The poorer I feel
I can't tell if my friends are real
Welcome to the USA
My mom gave me love unconditionally
The church taught me rules meticulously
Gods love means sacrifice
So pass the basket and pay the price
Union bosses never get thank yous
The people they serve leave them black and blue
School teachers just can't win
But I can't tell if they are losing
The richer I get
The poorer I feel
I can't tell if my friends are real
Welcome to the USA
My stock went up again three times last week
My portfolio killed four people in Mozambique
The richer I get
The poorer I feel
I can't tell if my friends are real
Welcome to the USA
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Greg Rank - Welcome to the USA Lyrics
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It's a well-known fact that our presidents lie
The truth is a fad for the little guy
False reports of attacks on ships
While our luxury liners entertain for tips
The working poor are our new heroes
Rich in spirit or so the story goes
Few care about them anyway
The bottom line is that poverty pays
The richer I get
The poorer I feel
I can't tell if my friends are real
Welcome to the USA
My mom gave me love unconditionally
The church taught me rules meticulously
Gods love means sacrifice
So pass the basket and pay the price
Union bosses never get thank yous
The people they serve leave them black and blue
School teachers just can't win
But I can't tell if they are losing
The richer I get
The poorer I feel
I can't tell if my friends are real
Welcome to the USA
My stock went up again three times last week
My portfolio killed four people in Mozambique
The richer I get
The poorer I feel
I can't tell if my friends are real
Welcome to the USA
The truth is a fad for the little guy
False reports of attacks on ships
While our luxury liners entertain for tips
The working poor are our new heroes
Rich in spirit or so the story goes
Few care about them anyway
The bottom line is that poverty pays
The richer I get
The poorer I feel
I can't tell if my friends are real
Welcome to the USA
My mom gave me love unconditionally
The church taught me rules meticulously
Gods love means sacrifice
So pass the basket and pay the price
Union bosses never get thank yous
The people they serve leave them black and blue
School teachers just can't win
But I can't tell if they are losing
The richer I get
The poorer I feel
I can't tell if my friends are real
Welcome to the USA
My stock went up again three times last week
My portfolio killed four people in Mozambique
The richer I get
The poorer I feel
I can't tell if my friends are real
Welcome to the USA
Writer: Gregory Rank
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