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They moved your district So your vote goes astray In order to invalidate you In each and every way. Stand up, America. Stand up. Wise up, America. Stand up. They point fingers at you And call you ugly names Demand your rights as equals They ignore you just the same. Stand up, America. Stand up. Wise up, America. Stand up. They tell us who to marry And say must give birth As if they were nobility The queens of the earth. Stand up, America. Stand up. Wise up, America. Stand up. They really only want us To give them all our cash. The rest of the time they will Treat us all like trash. Stand up, America. Stand up. Wise up, America. Stand up. It’s up to us America They won’t stop on their own. They make too much money To leave our laws alone. Big Business is paying them To cheat us all to death So, they will never stop Until their dying breath. Stand up, America. Stand up. Wise up, America. Stand up.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
STAND UP, AMERICA
They moved your district So your vote goes astray In order to invalidate you In each and every way. Stand up, America. Stand up. Wise up, America. Stand up. They point fingers at you And call you ugly names Demand your rights as equals They ignore you just the same. Stand up, America. Stand up. Wise up, America. Stand up. They tell us who to marry And say must give birth As if they were nobility The queens of the earth. Stand up, America. Stand up. Wise up, America. Stand up. They really only want us To give them all our cash. The rest of the time they will Treat us all like trash. Stand up, America. Stand up. Wise up, America. Stand up. It’s up to us America They won’t stop on their own. They make too much money To leave our laws alone. Big Business is paying them To cheat us all to death So, they will never stop Until their dying breath. Stand up, America. Stand up. Wise up, America. Stand up.
brent-kincaid
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
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