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 carin’ just what comes after Well your blacks are dyin’ but your back is still turned And your freaks are cryin’ but your back is still turned You better stop your hidin 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 Well your blacks are cryin’ but your back is still turned And your freaks are dyin’ but your back is still turned You better stop your hidin 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, oh yeah......
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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 carin’ just what comes after Well your blacks are dyin’ but your back is still turned And your freaks are cryin’ but your back is still turned You better stop your hidin 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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
