The bottom floor of a cold building Promised a career and a diamond ring Glass ceiling above, nothing under her feet "Honey, just give me a smile, how hard can that be..." Life at 26 ain't what she thought it would be Now she's waking up from an American Dream No rain falls to a spoiled land Who is un-American, un-American? No peace comes from a greedy hand Who is un-American, un-American? Factory floor, that they told him would stay Another line sold on another campaign The churches decay by his grandparents grave A town exchanged for the money they saved Life at 36 ain't what he thought it would be Now he's waking up from an American Dream No rain falls to a spoiled land Who is un-American, un-American? No peace comes from a greedy hand Who is un-American, un-American? Apartment floor, to the stadium The roar of the crowd and the marching drums All his life they taught him how to run Shot in the back, the jury was the gun No rain falls to a spoiled land Who is un-American, un-American? No peace comes from a greedy hand Who is un-American, un-American?