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It's a barrage of violence, sickness and
You struggle for your and you're paying with pain
I read of the poor, and the and the victims to blame
For the collapse of the again and again

checking all the people
In all their
Whips and lashes and cuts
To double standards,
a grey desolate country
But we're glorious

He's peeling his banana while roasting nuts
got to get your gums around his plums
He's going to modify your
And your crawl
With the muck he
got to us all