You're happy all the time I just don't understand why I can't be happy too Your smiles are salt in the wound A slap upon a back that's been toiling in the sun When will I get mine? Or must I be a god-fearing, white american? Oh everything is fine As long as you're a god-fearing, white american Why should the thieves have all of the fun? Selling us water by the river, they don't speak for everyone I'm ready to run and you're making me crawl Selling me water by the river, they don't speak for me at all The man about the town The beauty queen, the paragon of civilization But shadows cling to us all Even those convinced that they're sheltered and immune When will I get mine? Or must I be a god-fearing, white american? Why should the thieves have all of the fun? Selling us water by the river, they don't speak for everyone I'm ready to run and you're making me crawl Selling me water by the river, they don't speak for me at all