Bring Down the Chains
Bring Down The Chains
Let the small thrive,
Bring down the chains.
Let the small thrive,
Bring down the chains.
The culture is about to die,
Bring down the chains.
The culture is about to die,
Bring down the chains.
Spread out the money,
Bring down the chains.
Spread out the money,
Bring down the chains.
Bring me all of the fat presidents’ heads,
Don’t let them live,
Choke them out,
Burn down their stores,
Weaken them till they have nothing left,
Just like they did to all of the small family businesses,
We don’t want them here,
All they do is hold all the money like fat pink hogs the size of the WORLLLLD,
But just like hogs the size of the WORLLLLD, we need to send them to the butcher,
The Butcher,
For there stupid Idiocracy of their ignorant conscience,
Not letting the little ones survive,
Making Culture die,
By destroying any kind difference of the towns and their stores they have within their city limits.
Bring down the big boys,
Bring down the chains.
Bring down the fat hogs,
Bring down the chains.
Bring down the all of their capitol,
Bring down the ]]chains.
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