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The name of this song is "Uncle Sam Goddamn" |
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It's a show tune, but the show ain't been written for it yet |
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We gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band can maybe work this shit out for me |
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Straighten me out right quick |
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I like it so far, man |
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Yeah |
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Come on, let's go |
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Welcome to the United Snakes |
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Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave |
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Grand imperial guard |
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where the dollar is sacred and proud |
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Let's do this shit for real, come on now |
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Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars |
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Stoning for the cross in the name of God |
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Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud |
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Writ into the pages of the law, good lord |
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The cold continent latchkey child |
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Ran away one day and started acting foul |
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King of where the wild things are, daddy's proud |
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Cause the Roman Empire done passed it down |
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Imported and tortured a workforce |
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and never healed the wounds or shook the curse off |
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Now the grown up Goliath nation |
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holding open auditions for the part of David, can you feel it? |
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Nothing can save you, you question the reign |
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You get rushed in and chained up |
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Fists raised but I must be insane |
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'cause I can't figure a single goddamn way to change it |
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But welcome to the United Snakes |
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Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave |
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The grand imperial guard |
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where the dollar is sacred and power is god |
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Welcome to the United Snakes |
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Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave |
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The grand imperial guard |
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where the dollar is sacred and power is god |
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All must bow to the fat and lazy |
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The fuck you obey me and why do they hate me, who me |
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Only two generations away from the |
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world's most despicable slavery trade |
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Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being |
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That it can't be changed to this day |
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Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think |
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We no longer need chains to be slaves |
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Lord, it's a shameful display |
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The overseers even got raped along the way |
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Cause the children can't escape from the pain |
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And they born with the poisonous hatred in their veins |
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Try and separate a man from his soul |
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You only strengthen him and lose your own |
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But shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne |
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Remind him that this is my home (now I'm gone) |
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Welcome to the United Snakes |
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Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave |
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The grand imperial guard |
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where the dollar is sacred and power is god |
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Welcome to the United Snakes |
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Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave |
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The grand imperial guard |
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where the dollar is sacred |
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Hold up, gimme one right here, hold up |
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You don't give money to the bums |
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On the corner with a sign, bleeding from their gums |
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Talking about you don't support a crackhead |
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What you think happens to the money from your taxes? |
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Shit, the government's an addict |
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With a billion dollar a week kill-brown-people habit |
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And even if you ain't on the front line |
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When massa yell crunch time, you right back at it |
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You ain't look at how you hustling backwards |
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At the end of the year add up what they subtracted |
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Three out of twelve months your salary |
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Paid for that madness, man that's sadness |
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What's left? Get a big assed plasma |
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To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera |
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Only approved questions get answered |
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Now stand your ass up for that national anthem |
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Welcome to the United Snakes |
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Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave |
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The grand imperial guard |
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where the dollar is sacred and power is god |
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Welcome to the United Snakes |
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Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave |
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The grand imperial guard |
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where the dollar is sacred and power is god |
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Custom made |
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to consume the news |
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Keep saying we're free |
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But we're all just blues |
