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Rock Modo - America lyrics
I was wasting time when they gave me a call I was sick and tired of hanging out at the mall Well it may be a drag or we may have a ball Anything is better than doing sweet buggerall I'm calling in old favors With hope in my heart and a gun in my hand Some have Christ as their saviour But I'm black and alone in this desparate land America, America Land of sweet opportunity Your native son, child on the run Has just blown his chance to ever be free Don't mess around look in my eyes I need a piece of what money buys I can't believe in your fucking lies I've always been last so first one dies I'm calling in old favors With hope in my heart and a gun in my hand Some have Christ as their saviour But I'm black and alone in this desparate land America, America Land of sweet opportunity Your native son, child on the run Has just blown his chance to ever be free |
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