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Greetings From...

Album: Nothing To Call Our Own
By:
The Bogarts

Duration

2:53

Genres

Alt. Rock

Lyrics

I'm sick and tired of the heads of state deciding, When and where freedom is given and divided. There is no reason behind Governor Brewer's findings, It's just her racial prejudice behind the signing, When will it be enough? Burn the flag with your morals, While I burn the border down, Country of foreigners, As history repeats itself. Let the blind lead the blind, As we act as the biggest prison in the world. But since when do the prisons keep the prisoners out? I'm sick and tired of what makes this country great being so far looked down on, I'm sick and tired of racial intolerance in this nation, But in the end it all goes back to the pilgrims, The Irish's famine and the days of Martin Luther, I have seen enough. Burn the flag with your morals, While I burn the border down, Country of foreigners, As history repeats itself. Let the blind lead the blind, As we act as the biggest prison in the world, But since when do the prisons keep the prisoners out? When did we stop choosing right over wrong? Fuck the borders and fuck Governor Brewer. Now that they're here they want out.

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