| Ah, the name of this song is Uncle Sam Goddamn
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| It’s a show tune, but the show ain’t been written for it yet
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| We’re gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band can maybe work this shit out for me
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| And straighten me out right quick
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| I like it so far man
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| Yeah
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| Come on, lets go
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| Welcome to the United Snakes
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| Land of the thief, home of the slave
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| Grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God
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| Lets do this shit for real, come on now
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| Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars
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| Stolen for the cross in the name of God
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| Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud
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| Writ into the pages of the law good lord
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| The Cold Continent latch key child
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| Ran away one day and started acting foul
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| King of where the wild things are daddy’s proud
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| Because the Roman Empire done passed it down
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| Imported and tortured a work force
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| And never healed the wounds or shook the curse off
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| Now the grown up Goliath nation
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| Holding open auditions for the part of David, can you feel it?
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| Nothing can save you; |
| you question the reign
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| You get rushed in and chained up
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| Fist raised but I must be insane
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| Because I can’t figure a single goddamn way to change it
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| Welcome to the United Snakes
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| Land of the thief, home of the slave
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| The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred, and power is God
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| Welcome to the United Snakes
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| Land of the thief, home of the slave
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| The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred, and power is God
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| All must bow to the fat and lazy
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| The fuck you, obey me, and why do they hate me? |
| (Who me?)
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| Only two generations away
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| From the world’s most despicable slavery trade
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| Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being
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| That it can’t be changed to this day
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| Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think;
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| We no longer need chains to be slaves
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| Lord it’s a shameful display
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| The overseers even got raped along the way
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| Because the children can’t escape from the pain
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| And they’re born with poisonous hatred in their veins
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| Try and separate a man from his soul
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| You only strengthen him, and lose your own
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| But shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne
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| Remind him that this is my home, now I’m gone
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| Welcome to the United Snakes
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| Land of the thief, home of the slave
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| The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred, and power is God
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| Welcome to the United Snakes
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| Land of the thief, home of the slave
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| The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred, and power is God
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| Hold up, give me one right here
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| Hold on
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| You don’t give money to the bums
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| On a corner with a sign bleeding from their gums
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| Talking about you don’t support a crackhead?
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| What you think happens to the money from your taxes?
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| Shit the Government’s an addict
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| With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit
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| And even if you ain’t on the front line
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| When massah yell crunch time, you right back at it
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| Plain look at how you hustling backwards
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| At the end of the year, add up what they subtracted
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| Three outta twelve months your salary pays for that madness
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| Man, that’s sadness
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| What’s left? |
| get a big ass plasma
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| To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera
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| Only approved questions get answered
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| Now stand your ass up for that national anthem
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| Welcome to the United Snakes
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| Land of the thief, home of the slave
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| The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred, and power is God
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| Welcome to the United Snakes
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| Land of the thief, home of the slave
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| The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred, and power is God
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| (You're so low)
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| Custom made (You're so low)
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| To consume the noose (You're so low)
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| Keep saying we’re free (You're so low)
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| But we’re all just loose (You're so low) |