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Chase these drunken foreigners Back to their ****** land. Make sure they don't come back Lest we cut off their filthy hands. They walk right through our borders And set fire to our barns They **** our farmers' daughters And they vandalise our farms They bring their bows and arrows And roll in their trebuchets Then they fire off their weapons And destroy our country's face. Now go swift and see it done, Send our armies to the field! We'll make sure they don't come back again, We'll show them what we feel.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Invaders
Chase these drunken foreigners Back to their ****** land. Make sure they don't come back Lest we cut off their filthy hands. They walk right through our borders And set fire to our barns They **** our farmers' daughters And they vandalise our farms They bring their bows and arrows And roll in their trebuchets Then they fire off their weapons And destroy our country's face. Now go swift and see it done, Send our armies to the field! We'll make sure they don't come back again, We'll show them what we feel.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
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