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Build the Wall

We're gonna build that fucking wall, We're gonna build that fucking wall, Cos over here, yeah We've got feelings And over there they feel nothing at all. We keep suffering out of sight We keep misery out of mind, We didn't get where we are by seeing shit, And we're stronger when we're blind. Well it ain't my job to care, And I ain't paid to give a fuck, You see my grandaddy came and stole this land, If it was yours, then you're shit out of luck. They want a doctor when they're sick, They want a house were they can live, They want my air and my food and my water, Well I ain't got a fuck to give. Yeah I ain't got a fuck to give they coming for your church, And they're coming for your beer, They're gonna make your wives wear the veil They wanna make your kids grow up queer. They tell me that the world is round They tell me that we came from apes They're tryna vaccinate my children And there ain't no way to escape. You see I love this fucking land, I fucking love this blood and soil, I love the colour of the people that I see in my town And I don't wanna see it spoiled. Don't you know that they'll take away your job, And They'll take away your gun, And now "free speech" has been outlawed, yeah, They wanna take away your fun. Well it ain't my job to care, And I ain't paid to give a fuck, You see my grandaddy came and stole this land, If it was yours, then you're shit out of luck. They want a doctor when they're sick, They want a house were they can live, They want my air and my food and my water, Well I ain't got a fuck to give. Yeah I ain't got a fuck to give. Put away you libcuck virtue signals Cos civilization don't need your grief, If the boot was on the other foot now I know they'd kick out my fucking teeth.
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