Only In America
Primal existence, it's twisted.
Why do we always go to war?
Another Army officer at the door,
Telling me my dad is gone.
Not my real dad, the one that never done me wrong.
The Red, White, and Blue.
The governement loves the rich,
But what does it do for you?
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