This country tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty.
The home of the rich and the brave.
Aren't we democracy?
The land of equality.
Isn't this what we always say?
So how come we stole this land?
We ripped it from it's owners hands.
And no one really gives a damn.
Custer's Little Big Horn,
From their lives we've surely torn
Any meaning that it ever had.
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee.
Drown my soul in cheap whiskey.
To Freedom! of your fellow man.
Billions to their warheads
And still the hungry go unfed.
Turn west and open up your eyes..
Sweet land of liberty.
The home of the rich and the brave.
Aren't we democracy?
The land of equality.
Isn't this what we always say?
So how come we stole this land?
We ripped it from it's owners hands.
And no one really gives a damn.
Custer's Little Big Horn,
From their lives we've surely torn
Any meaning that it ever had.
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee.
Drown my soul in cheap whiskey.
To Freedom! of your fellow man.
Billions to their warheads
And still the hungry go unfed.
Turn west and open up your eyes..
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