When you're born in this here land,
You can be sure there's help at a hand,
A welcome shoulder 'til you're older and you're free,
Free to do as you so please,
Be it here or overseas,
But do be warned they're not so welcoming out there,
As you age and as you grow,
You'll come to see you come to know,
With these directions, imperfections just can't be,
You'll learn the ropes, you'll learn the rules,
In our churches and in our schools,
Oh! You'll go far, you'll have success beyond compare,
Well, it's a pretty good time to not know what the hell is going on,
It's a damned fine time to show, just how little that you know,
Oh! It's a good time to not know what the hell is going on,
Not a fear, Not a care, Blissfully unaware.
Down in the houses of reform and in the prisons and the jails,
They put misled young men and women who need rest,
Those who've slipped right through the cracks and put them back on the right track,
They make them good, make them new, make them just like me and you,
You're not alone when you get old, life doesn't have to be so cold,
We've got your back, chin up Jack, it's not the end,
You'll learn to live, you'll learn to play, you'll never work another day,
Not in this system, listen Mister, we're your friends.