I drew these lines in the sand arbitrarily
Cross them and you’ll soon be begging for mercy
We drew these lines in the sand arbitrarily, centuries ago
Cross them and we’ll lock you up and throw away the key

These sacred lines were drawn in the sand arbitrarily
Centuries ago, by foreign conquerors, thieves, murderers
Mmy ancestors, my hallowed heroes
Cross them and you die

They’re still here today
So we’ll keep on enforcing them
Mostly out of convenience with violence
With deadly force, if necessary

The line was drawn arbitrarily but it is holy
Don’t you question it, don’t you dare

My nation, my superior nation
May be founded on lies and built on death
But what are a few fibs and drops of blood
Compared to our God-given home?

Don’t cross the line, stay on your side
Your inferior side, where you were meant to be
Don’t cross the line, stay on your side
Your inferior side, where God, and we, said you should be

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