Where oh where is Uncle Sam.
The Eagle, now a vulture, canít you see how others see you?
A trampler of culture donít you see the things you do?
You purport to stand for freedom youíre assuming might is right,
yet for others, donít concede them, if you say so, day is night.
The statue of liberty means so much to us all,
but now it seems a symbol of how the mighty fall.
The world is weeping tears for good old Uncle Sam,
you used to help the little guy the persecuted man.
You helped the huddled masses but now they hide from you,
they are just collateral damage in your corporate lasso.
We saw the towers falling, our hearts were filled with grief,
for justice we were calling for you we craved relief.
Yet you became a wounded tiger who lashed out in its wrath,
youíre leaders overthrew your principles and took a different path.
The very thing that meant so much, to you and all your friends,
lies shattered and neglected as oppression now descends.
Oh wake up you real Americans who hold your values dear,
cast out the hawks that rule you, shout it loud and clear.
For if America, our champion, abandons what is right,
the terrorists have beaten us and freedom's lost the fight.
. America your friends are grieving, you held a torch for what was just,
in you we did believe, is our faith to turn to dust?
Return oh return to things that made you great,
stand up for the little guy, stand up for freedoms sake.