I Pity The Poor Immigrant

G G D I pity the poor immigrant G Who wishes he would've stayed home, G D Who uses all his power to do evil G But in the end is always left so alone. D Am That man whom with his fingers cheats D G And who lies with ev'ry breath, G D Who passionately hates his life D G And likewise, fears his death. G D I pity the poor immigrant G Whose strength is spent in vain, G D Whose heaven is like Ironsides, G Whose tears are like rain, D Am Who eats but is not satisfied, D G Who hears but does not see, D Who falls in love with wealth itself G And turns his back on me. G D I pity the poor immigrant G Who tramples through the mud, D Who fills his mouth with laughing G And who builds his town with blood, D Am Whose visions in the final end D G Must shatter like the glass. G D I pity the poor immigrant G When his gladness comes to pass.