| I woke up to a bitter storm
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| And Noah’s Ark came washed up on the shore
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| The riot gear has lined the dawn
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| Like dogs that shit on your neighbor’s lawn
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| Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
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| Let there be poison and it tastes like lemonade
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| Back in the USA, for a small town serenade
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| With fireworks on display
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| Tonight, it’s the heroes on ramone
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| And Trump’s reselves occur
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| And I’m takin' it to the grave
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| Back in the USA
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| The saddest story ever told
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| Is feeling safe in the suburban homes
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| The soldiers of an endless war
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| And every church can have a liquor store
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| Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
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| Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade
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| Back in the USA, for a small town serenade
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| With fireworks on display
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| Tonight, it’s the heroes on ramone
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| And Trump’s reselves occur
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| And I’m takin' it to the grave
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| Back in the USA |