Hey, you're part of it Yeah, you're part of it
I walk the streets of a Carolina watching people pushing shopping carts
And there's a guy above me and he's washing windows
Making ten bucks a pop And he says to me
And I say, "Sir, well have you heard that this country is unequal still?
History continues itself And I did not create the rules"
From all I've heard and all I've seen, this place has broken my American heart