| It’s coming through a hole in the air |
| From those nights in Tienanmen Square |
| It’s coming from the feel |
| That this ain’t exactly real |
| Or it’s real but it ain’t exactly there |
| From the wars against disorder |
| From the sirens night and day |
| From the fires of the homeless |
| From the ashes of the gay |
| Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. |
| And it’s coming through a crack in the wall |
| On a visionary flood of alcohol |
| From the staggering account |
| Of the Sermon on the Mount |
| Which I don’t pretend to understand at all |
| It’s coming from the silence |
| On the dock of the bay |
| From the brave, the bold, the battered |
| Heart of Chevrolet |
| Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. |
| It’s coming from the sorrow in the street |
| The holy places where the races meet |
| From the homicidal bitchin' |
| That goes down in every kitchen |
| To determine who will serve and who will eat |
| From the wells of disappointment |
| Where the women kneel to pray |
| For the grace of God in the desert here |
| And the desert far away |
| Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. |
| Sail on, sail on |
| O mighty ship of state |
| To the shores of need |
| Past the reefs of greed |
| Through the squalls of hate |
| Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on |
| It’s coming to America first |
| The cradle of the best and of the worst |
| It’s here they got the range |
| And the machinery for change |
| And it’s here they got the spiritual thirst |
| It’s here the family’s broken |
| And it’s here the lonely say |
| That the heart has got to open |
| In a fundamental way |
| Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. |
| It’s coming from the women and the men |
| O baby we’ll be making love again |
| We’ll be going down so deep |
| The river’s going to weep |
| And the mountain’s going to shout «Amen» |
| It’s coming like the tidal flood |
| Beneath the lunar sway |
| Imperial, mysterious |
| In amorous array |
| Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. |
| Sail on, sail on |
| O mighty ship of state |
| To the shores of need |
| Past the reefs of greed |
| Through the squalls of hate |
| Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on |
| I’m sentimental if you know what I mean |
| I love the country but I can’t stand the scene |
| And I’m neither left or right |
| I’m just staying home tonight |
| Getting lost in that hopeless little screen |
| But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags |
| That time cannot decay |
| I’m junk but I’m still holding up |
| This little wild bouquet |
| Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. |
| To the U.S.A. |