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Edited on Thu Sep-07-06 11:45 AM by KyndCulture
God Help The U.S.A. by KyndCulture
And today all those things are gone, That I worked for all my life. Can't put food on my family, not my kids or my wife.
I spend too much time drinking, Since I live here still today. ‘Cause the flag now stands for NeoCon, When Bush took our rights away.
And I’m proud to be an Amurikan, where at least I know I’m fucked. And I wont forget the gulf coast, that they'll never reconstruct.
And I'll gladly stand up, next to you and protest them today. ‘Cause there ain’t no doubt our country's fucked, God HELP the USA.
From the mercury lakes of Minnesota, to the drying hills of Tennessee. Across a fake ranch in Crawford, From sea to warming sea.
From Detroit town to Houston, and New York to L.A. Well there's fear in every freeper heart, and its time we stand and say.
That I’m proud to be an Amurikan, where at least I know I’m fucked. And I wont forget the gulf coast, that they'll never reconstruct.
And I'll gladly stand up, next to you and protest them today. ‘Cause there ain’t no doubt our country's fucked, God HELP the USA.
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