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Artist: Dead Artist Syndrome
Canonical path: /dead-artist-syndrome/usa
Related lyric paths: 6
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U.S.A.
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Curated by Ethan Walker
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U.S.A.
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Billy is a racist with the summertime blues,
Said, "The darkies got guns, and guns don't lose,"
He runs to the suburbs to live,
Scared and confused as Rush Limbaugh brings him his daily news,
He doesn't believe in a separate state, but he wants to turn the clock back to '58,
The good old days when the country was great, when men, women, boys all knew their place.
Ah, ooh, racist U.S.A., hey,
What a game to play, hey,
Racist U.S.A.,
Ah, ooh, racist U.S.A., hey,
We all can play, hey,
Racist U.S.A.
Black, white, red or brown, listen here;
Who needs progress when you can have fear?
Why take responsibility for yourself when you can put the blame on somebody else?
I watched a right wing preacher on TV, who warned about the sins of equality,
How Bill and Hillary will come get me, but if I send him some money he'll keep America free.
Ah, ooh, racist U.S.A., hey,
What a game to play, hey,
Racist U.S.A.,
Ah, ooh, racist U.S.A., hey,
We all can play, hey,
Racist U.S.A.
Separate but equal is the latest trend to get the melting pot boiling over again,
Talking civil rights is such a bore, after all, they're fighting a holy war,
So come on everybody, you can jump right in, hatred is an equal opportunity sin,
It doesn't really matter the colour of your skin, if you want to go to hell this where you begin.
Ah, ooh, racist U.S.A., hey,
What a game to play, hey,
Racist U.S.A.,
Ah, ooh, racist U.S.A., hey
We all can play, hey,
Racist U.S.A.,
Ah, ooh, racist U.S.A., hey,
What a game to play, hey,
Racist U.S.A.,
Ah, ooh, racist U.S.A., hey
We all can play, hey,
Racist U.S.A.
Ah, ooh, racist U.S.A., hey,
What a game to play, hey,
Racist U.S.A.,
Ah, ooh, racist U.S.A., hey,
We all can play, hey,
Racist U.S.A.
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