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And everything was hunky dory And everyone was feeling A-okay America is so prosperous And wealthy In the good old U.S.A. And nothing difficult Or trying Could ever happen here America is invincible They think But I find it all so queer So strange America teeters On the brink And our corrupt government Does really stink Just one event And America this ship Will sink Now there is chaos everywhere And if you drive a C class Well no one really cares John the plummer is hungry And so is family too It's a martial law lock down Now everyone is ******* When the systems that Hold our society in place Are completely overstressed This society will turn Into one great big mess America no longer a sovereign nation It's debts it cannot pay Then they'll bring in the New World Order To rule the day Massive military vehicles Roaming the streets Now the middle class Has barely enough to eat A terrible time is coming I don't know when Keep your wits about you And don't be afraid my friends I just want to make a decent living And lead a regular life But in this new America There may be nothing but strife
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
Troubling Times
And everything was hunky dory And everyone was feeling A-okay America is so prosperous And wealthy In the good old U.S.A. And nothing difficult Or trying Could ever happen here America is invincible They think But I find it all so queer So strange America teeters On the brink And our corrupt government Does really stink Just one event And America this ship Will sink Now there is chaos everywhere And if you drive a C class Well no one really cares John the plummer is hungry And so is family too It's a martial law lock down Now everyone is ******* When the systems that Hold our society in place Are completely overstressed This society will turn Into one great big mess America no longer a sovereign nation It's debts it cannot pay Then they'll bring in the New World Order To rule the day Massive military vehicles Roaming the streets Now the middle class Has barely enough to eat A terrible time is coming I don't know when Keep your wits about you And don't be afraid my friends I just want to make a decent living And lead a regular life But in this new America There may be nothing but strife
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
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