We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

I pity the poor Immigrant

from Bits & Bobs by Ben Holland

/

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 every 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 Iron sides,
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.

credits

from Bits & Bobs, released March 26, 2016
Written by Bob Dylan. From 'John Wesley Harding' 1967.

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Ben Holland image

Ben Holland London, UK

Staying one step ahead of my feet.

contact / help

Contact Ben Holland

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Ben Holland, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Beans joins the show to discuss his album release, "ZWAARD".

listen now