| A nation bows to the altar of trash
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| A fool’s golden god that needs to be smashed
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| Lips always pursed spewing rhetoric
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| In the simplest of terms so the simple gets tricked
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| And it makes me fucking sick
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| And it makes me fucking sick
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| A nation drinks from the stream of shit
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| Proudly they cheer as they fall for it
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| A con artist dictator that loves a slogan
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| America, from damaged to broken
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| And it makes me fucking sick
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| And it makes me fucking sick
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| And it makes me fucking sick
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| And it makes me fucking sick
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| You charlatan fuck
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| You charlatan fuck
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| No way to defend
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| You charlatan fuck
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| We’ll celebrate your end |