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Welcome to America The land of the free And the home of the sane Here in America There isn’t much to see Unless you’re in the clutches of insanity and pain Uncle Sam is watching Step out of line You get a bullet in the head All to protect Uncle Sam Bow to him and everything will be fine The time is coming Uncle Sam will face trial by fire Anarchy will reign It is coming We the insane will rise And burn Uncle Sam on his funeral pyre To put an end to the people’s pain
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
America
Welcome to America The land of the free And the home of the sane Here in America There isn’t much to see Unless you’re in the clutches of insanity and pain Uncle Sam is watching Step out of line You get a bullet in the head All to protect Uncle Sam Bow to him and everything will be fine The time is coming Uncle Sam will face trial by fire Anarchy will reign It is coming We the insane will rise And burn Uncle Sam on his funeral pyre To put an end to the people’s pain
grant-mason
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
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