I can barely breathe beneath the weight of these These things that I have purchased with my soul And yet I still believe these things can make me free From all that weighs the poor man's spirit down You'd rather play a game that costs your very life to simply play You'd rather sell your soul to america than to take a chance on me I do not have a soul trapped somewhere in my body I am a soul, I'm carrying my skin And I will not mastered by The want for more of all that I Have yet to make or steal or buy my darling Some dreams are far to small to hold the soul Like "My life, my land, my money, my family, my country."