My country tis of thee
They’ve ripped off your liberty
For which we stand
They’ve mined our purple mountain majesty
They’ve raped our fruited plains
While we were chasing sex and money
They stole our land of milk and honey
They ripped up our rule of law
Nobody cares no more
They replaced hope with fear
Sold out what was dear
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