Sitting on your front lawn,
being racist, drinking beers, till the break of dawn
Trash talking the local knaves,
its our spirits that let us save,
ourselves from our own madnesses
created deep down below
from sometime before
when, we may ever know
Theirs something free
about letting it be
seeing sides, and oppositions
and taking your respective positions
Where we come from
no one knows,
let us be free
or forever burn in effigy
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