Your country raised you
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your country fed you
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And just like any other country
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It will break you
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On front line send you
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Tax the hell out of you
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And just like any other country
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It will lock you up you!
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But unfortunately there'll be no judgement day
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It would be kind of fun to see
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What they would have to say
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When the god they preached
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Would actually be there
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And all who didn't like The Stooges
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Would go to fucking hell!
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What are all these countries
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How did they appear?
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Who cut up the cake?
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Who brought up all this gear?
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Did it have to do anything
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With its people's will?
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I don't know, I don't know
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I don't know my dear...
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But even all the garbage
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they pour over our eyes
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Does not prevent us from living
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Most magical of lifes
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Your Country
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Gogol Bordello |