Gene Clark I Pity The Poor Immigrant Lyrics

I Pity The Poor Immigrant Lyrics

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