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Hey there friend Let's have a civilized conversation about the state of the nation Talk about how our tax dollars are being spent On unnecessary tax breaks for the one percent Now I understand how nothing in this world is free But I think we can all agree we can spend our tax money more wisely Who you calling friend You're not my friend You're 3 shades to dark of skin Love it or leave it You better speak English But I'm not racist Know where your place is I don't like changes Familiar names and faces America's the greatest Fucking socialist God damn communist You're gonna get hit If you keep up with it Whoa there You need to calm fucking down All I'm trying to say is We have enough money in this country So no child should ever go hungry We have enough resources to house every family No reason why nine people have as much money as the rest of the country No reason why I will work my fingers to the bone 'til the day I die Shut the fuck up You piece of shit Shut the fuck up I'm seeing red I'd rather be dead Then admit I was wrong I rather die then stand Eye to eye I will quit my job if I have to shit Next to a another transgender fucking kid
Writer(s): Jamer Hooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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