Golden country
Your face is so red With all of your
money Your poor can be fed You strut
around And you flirt with disaster Never
really caring Just what comes after
Well your blacks are dying But your
back is still turned And your freaks
are crying But your back is still turned You
better stop your hiding Or your country
will burn
The time has come for you my friend To
all this ugliness we must put an end Before
we leave we must make a stand
Mortgage people You crawl to your
homes Your security lies In your
bed of white foam You act concerned
But then why turn away When a lady was
raped On your doorstep today
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