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    Driving past the freeway on my daily commute
    Seven miles to the gallon with a first-rate view

    Not a fairy in this town, we chased them out long ago
    My Southern values matter more than you'll ever know
    This land is great and it should never change
    I don't care what those Commie bastards say

    My straight white children and a wife that cleans
    Let's pour a glass for the American dream
    Graduated to a high paying job completely debt free
    There's nothing quite like life in 1953

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    Saw a black guy on the sidewalk, better call 911
    He got arrested for no reason, but at least I had some fun
    Dress up nice for church in my Sunday best
    Go back home and bone my wife, I am so blessed

    My straight white children and a wife that cleans
    Let's pour a glass for the American dream
    Graduated to a high paying job completely debt free
    There's nothing quite like life in 1953

    You call this shit coffee? It tastes like old piss
    I'll knock all your teeth out with the back of my fist
    Go get me a beer bitch, you'se supposed to submit
    Don't do this again or else you'll regret it

    You call this shit coffee? It tastes like old piss
    I'll knock all your teeth out with the back of my fist
    Go get me a beer bitch, you'se supposed to submit
    Don't do this again or else you'll regret it

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    Composición: Jarrod Alonge

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