The streets were gold and blue was
Maybe you still can dream
While we're dying in America
The carnival would stop and stay a
In places where aces outnumber the queens
Jack is afraid of tomorrow
Colors are changing to red, white and green
They told us they could fix it if we'd
Maybe you still can dream
While we're dying in America
Don't lose out, be a winner
Save more, save time and save now
One hundred thirty per cent American people
Would like to be like everyone else
WRITERS
JEFF PILSON, RONNIE JAMES DIO, TRACY GLEN GRIJALVA, VINCENT APPICE