Bearded Legend - Immigrant (Da Italia)

Oh, here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have you's not be coming
There is nothing here but war
There is nothing here
In search of change, to America they came
As they stroll off of the boat, they know that nothing is the same
People gave them dirty looks, as if they ain't humans too
All the courage that it took, see emotions bleeding through
Put a gun into their hands, tell them, "Fight for Uncle Sam"
They ain't treated equally, but they are free to die in bands
Don't understand the language, so you view them as dangerous
Put innocents in cages, made sure they never made it, testing patience
Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco)
In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno)
Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco)
In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno)
Here's a little known fact
Italian immigrants got lynched 'cause they mixed with the blacks
Know that down in New Orleans, 1891, it was March 14th
Eleven men were beaten, some stripped and hung by demons
Bludgeoned and shot, left bleeding
Then left to rot, stopped breathing