I am the skeleton in your country's closet.
Behind the locked door that has no key.
I am what they don't want you to know.
I am everything they don't want you to be.
I think for myself, intelligent patriotism.
Though patriotism is something I can't feel,
For a country that discriminates against me.
My family immigrated here, like yours.
My heritage is intermingled with this earth.
Native American. Russian. German like me.
Goodbye Deutscheland, my Fatherland.
I'm going to the new world, to a choice.
My forefathers came here just the same.
Searching for freedom from opression,
In the supposed great melting pot, America.
Less than a century ago, they hoped for more.
They spoke no English, but they learned.
They were not American, but they learned.
They were not yet hated, but they learned.
And I bare the brunt of the hatred you hold.
My dark hair seperates me from you, with
Green piercing eyes showing you the pain.
America has brought me nothing but that pain.
I am hated for my heritage, hated for my family.
I am hated for my beliefs, because of who I am.
I am not Christian. I am not Upper Class White.
I'm not American in your eyes, despite it all.
My forefathers joined your America's army.
My forefathers joined yours in battle for her.
My forefathers suffered for your country.
My grandfathers. My father. My brothers.
They all work hard to preserve your freedom.
Freedom that it seems I am not entitled.
I don't fit the perfect image of America.
I don't look like an American should, you say.
I don't act like an American should, you say.
I don't love like an American should, you say.
The America I was told of is not that which I see.
The America I was told of embraced diversity.
The America I was told of would set me free.
The America I was told of would embrace me.
In that America, it wouldn't matter who I loved.
In that America, it wouldn't matter if I'm not blonde.
It wouldn't matter that I'm not caucasian.
The great melting pot, the land of freedom.
Tell me that I'm free, as your people ridicule me.
Tell me that I'm free, as fists meet flesh.
Tell me that I'm free, while you beat me down.
Tell me that I'm free, when I'm hated for being me.
There is no such thing as freedom in this land.
Only bigotry, only the hatred, only opression;
That my forefathers thought they left behind.
I thought that I was no longer in Germany.
Why do I see nazis around every corner?
I thought that in America, race didn't matter.
Then why am I and my friends told otherwise?
I thought that in America, religion didn't matter.
They why am I ridiculed for my beliefs?
I thought that in America, sexuality didn't matter.
Then why do they hurt me for loving her?
Why does the girl of my dreams turn away from me?
Why do I fear to tell anyone how I feel?
Americans are accepting, Americans are free.
But their feet kicking at my shins are painful.
And their open palms and closed fists hurt.
Their words tell me that I'm not free like them.
And everything in America tells me that it was a lie.
I'm not free here, America is nothing like it should be.
I'm back in my Fatherland, Deutscheland.
I'm back under the oppressor, a new Hitler.
Nazi regime with a brand new name; America.
Hatred with a brand new name; Freedom.
Descrimination with a brand new name; Justice.
Don't tell me I'm better off in the New World.
Don't tell me this is what my grandfather had in mind.
I am American, but please don't say I'm free.
This is not what America claims to be.
Just Nazi Germany with a different name.
But this time... There's no place better to run.
Gott Segnen Amerika
Seig Heil Amerika