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Painting lies on the doorstep of the countries elite Old men hiding, while the hood destroy for fascist belief Draw a thin blue line along the precincts orderly beat Our enemy become enraged, then suburbia can’t sleep Mention of war, makes Colonel Sanders feel so good, right! It helps the makers of guns, especially all the men that knelt Once the losers hand back their bibles, tools and money belt We will become the same as the southern island overnight Who are you going to vote for It don’t really matter no more The new world order will figure it out And program the machine to adjust the count Then one world government of socialist, no doubt Only chance is to open up a bible and lets meet on the mount So be very careful what you think you are truly wishing for Once you enter, there’s no way out, it’s a one way door Not long after, you’ll see it’s not at all, our promised freedom All the grasslands and concrete jungles, renamed Yankeedom Line up for food, water, healthcare, is this US or far left China Now we’re not allowed to pray at night, come back Messiah Who are you going to vote for It don’t really matter no more The new world order will figure it out And program the machine to adjust the count Then one world government of socialist, no doubt Only chance is to open up a bible and lets meet on the mount Be wise who you vote for and watch for the dead they count If the system is rigged, the powers will have a case to mount Bring back the old way days, one on one honest debates Stop the press or there will be another war between the states Black, white, yellow or brown, we all live in this freedom town Don’t let the thugs, loonies, murderers or media, get us down We are a Democratic nation, with freedom of choice So take off your mask, stay in line and show your real voice Who are you going to vote for It don’t really matter no more The new world order will figure it out And program the machine to adjust the count Then one world government of socialist, no doubt Only chance is to open up a bible and lets meet on the mount
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
Yankeedom
Painting lies on the doorstep of the countries elite Old men hiding, while the hood destroy for fascist belief Draw a thin blue line along the precincts orderly beat Our enemy become enraged, then suburbia can’t sleep Mention of war, makes Colonel Sanders feel so good, right! It helps the makers of guns, especially all the men that knelt Once the losers hand back their bibles, tools and money belt We will become the same as the southern island overnight Who are you going to vote for It don’t really matter no more The new world order will figure it out And program the machine to adjust the count Then one world government of socialist, no doubt Only chance is to open up a bible and lets meet on the mount So be very careful what you think you are truly wishing for Once you enter, there’s no way out, it’s a one way door Not long after, you’ll see it’s not at all, our promised freedom All the grasslands and concrete jungles, renamed Yankeedom Line up for food, water, healthcare, is this US or far left China Now we’re not allowed to pray at night, come back Messiah Who are you going to vote for It don’t really matter no more The new world order will figure it out And program the machine to adjust the count Then one world government of socialist, no doubt Only chance is to open up a bible and lets meet on the mount Be wise who you vote for and watch for the dead they count If the system is rigged, the powers will have a case to mount Bring back the old way days, one on one honest debates Stop the press or there will be another war between the states Black, white, yellow or brown, we all live in this freedom town Don’t let the thugs, loonies, murderers or media, get us down We are a Democratic nation, with freedom of choice So take off your mask, stay in line and show your real voice Who are you going to vote for It don’t really matter no more The new world order will figure it out And program the machine to adjust the count Then one world government of socialist, no doubt Only chance is to open up a bible and lets meet on the mount
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
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