Bring me your poor, give me your weak
'cos I can make strong, the man who can't speak
I'm out on my own in the field of life
Harvesting souls for your children and wife
Sam is your leader
The eagle has flown
He's making mountains
Out of skin and bone
Sam is your leader
The eagle is here
I'd like to hate you ..
But I love you dear
A nation of nations where wisdom are pearls
The lip of anger is starting to curl
The immigrants rally, hand on their hearts
Bearing the load that's stacked on the cart
In the Tinsel Town country where a cowboy is king
A fortified pheonix takes to the wing
Defending old glory and turning invader
Liberties torch is a hand held Grenada