| Golden country your face is so red
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| With all of your money your poor can be fed
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| You strut around and you flirt with disaster
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| Never really carin' just what comes after
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| Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned
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| And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned
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| You better stop your hidin' or your country will burn
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| The time has come for you my friend
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| To all this ugliness we must put an end
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| Before we leave we must make a stand
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| Mortgage people you crawl to your homes
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| Your security lies in your bed of white foam
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| You act concerned but then why turn away
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| When a lady was raped on your doorstep today
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| Well your blacks are cryin' but your back is still turned
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| And your freaks are dyin' but your back is still turned
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| You better stop your hidin' or your country will burn |