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Try to get a job, that's what they say |
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but all the jobs are gone, and we have to pay |
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They come in the huge boats, too many to count |
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Our country's pilling up, it's starting to mount |
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(Chorus:) |
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Please - I want to work |
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Get out - you miserable jerk |
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Go home - to your flea-bitten life |
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Or I - will use my knife!!! |
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Id like to get a gun, put a hole in their head |
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Crush 'em to the ground, pound until they're dead, |
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You can't understand them, "What did you say?" |
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Get out of my space, I'll do it my way |
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(Chorus:) |
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(Solos: J.D., M.S.) |
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They're everywhere you go, you cannot get free |
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All they want is money, from you and me |
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Why are they here? We'll never know |
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Kick them all out and then we can grow |
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GO HOME! |
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GO HOME!! |
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GO HOME!!! |
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GO HOME!!!!! |
