I used to have a country, now it’s gone
Some asshole with a wrecking ball made sure
That nothing that was sacred would live on
They tore it down; the whole thing was a blur
I one time swore an oath that I’d defend
The country that I thought would always stand
But oaths are sometimes words that find an end
And words might not be what the asshole planned
And so they tore downs symbols of our strength
And built a pretty ballroom (wow! what balls)
I bet they’ll go to any fucking length
By tearing down they’re building bigger walls
Just wait; they’ll make your country disappear
The words and balls they swing are made of fear.
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