| Hey — what do you say
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| About the prince who gets away with rape
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| Because the king can shift the blame
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| They can afford to fix the game
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| Hey — what do you say
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| To the sons and daughters who were gay
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| Before they blew themselves away
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| Tired of losing the game
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| Hey — what a big surprise
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| The TV sings the same reprise
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| Because a biggot had a badge for a disguise
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| Another innocent human dies
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| Hey — what a fucking shame
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| They think skin color is to blame
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| Taking faggots out of the game
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| And do it all in Jesus' name
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| Where will you be when the shots ring out
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| How will you know what you’re running from
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| Where will you be when the lights go out
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| How will you be judged when your time has come
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| You made this division
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| Too far for me to see to the other side
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| You made this division
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| And there’s no way in hell it is justified
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| Hey — what does it take to win
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| You make it seem like it’s a sin
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| If you see a little too much skin
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| Let the slut shaming begin
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| Hey — doesn’t matter at all
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| Where you direct your vitriol
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| Another black life takes the fall
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| And, we’re blind to your cabal
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| Hey — not at all surprised
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| The TV sings the same reprise
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| Your bank account now justifies
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| Your free-for-all between her thighs
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| Hey — do you remember when
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| The gun was mightier than the pen
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| We’ll make America great again
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| In our white god’s name, Amen
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| Where will you be when the shots ring out
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| How will you know what you’re running from
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| Where will you be when the lights go out
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| How will you be judged when your time has come
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| You made this division
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| Too far for me to see to the other side
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| You made this division
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| And there’s no way in hell it is justified |