(Verse 1)
Welcome to the land of the free,
Where freedom ain’t cheap, it’s buried in fees.
Got a dream? Better finance that right,
Your college diploma costs a quarter of your life.
Hospitals charge like they’re selling gold,
Got a broken leg? That’ll be your soul.
(Chorus)
Oh, say, can you see,
The debt that haunts me?
In the land of the freedom, we’re all on our knees,
Paying off bills till the day that we leave.
We owe, we owe, it’s off to work we go,
We’re the land of the debt and the bold.
(Verse 2)
Work two jobs, maybe three, who’s counting?
Your paycheck is flowing, but the rent keeps mounting.
Living paycheck to paycheck’s the American way,
Land of opportunity? That’s what they say.
But the landlord and banks know you’re just a guest,
You might own the house, but you can’t afford the rest.
(Chorus)
Oh, say, can you see,
The weight that’s on me?
In the land of the brave, it’s a corporate scheme,
Where money’s the king, and we’re chasing a dream.
We owe, we owe, and that’s how it goes,
In the land of the debt and the bold.
(Bridge)
They say capitalism’s the way to be,
But don’t get sick—it’s a hospital fee.
Got a student loan? That’s just the start,
Your degree’s a treasure but your debt’s off the chart.
The land of the free is a title we claim,
But living in credit is part of the game.
(Verse 3)
We’re all just numbers in the banks’ accounts,
Swimming in debt as the interest mounts.
They say “grab your bootstraps, work till you drop,”
But with wages like these, you can’t make it to the top.
While CEOs fly on their jets through the sky,
You’re stuck in traffic wondering why.
(Chorus)
Oh, say, can you see,
The chains that bind me?
In the land of the plenty, we scramble and scheme,
Chasing the shadow of the American dream.
We owe, we owe, from student loans to our homes,
In the land of the debt and the bold.
(Verse 4)
Politicians bicker on Capitol Hill,
While we juggle bills just to keep still.
They spend on defense, while we’re left behind,
Living off credit cards, pennies, and dimes.
The debt keeps growing, it’s a national joke,
But we just keep working, too broke to be woke.
(Chorus)
Oh, say, can you see,
The burden on me?
In the land of the dreams, there’s a cost to be paid,
For every step forward, you fall behind in the trade.
We owe, we owe, but the banks own the show,
In the land of the debt and the bold.
(Outro)
So here’s to the land where the streets are all paved,
With promises broken and taxes you gave.
Where the rich get richer, and the poor pay the toll,
But hey, at least freedom’s still part of the role.
We owe, we owe, but onward we go,
In the land of the debt and the bold.
