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The Act of Perfection I have met the enemy, and they are ours The Boches, the Huns, the Nips, the slant eyes So, who are we looking at on our shores? The Wop, the Guinea, the Nigger, the Kike? No, not us Americans We are invisible but to others It ’ s us against them Might means right - Right? So let ’ s rob when the waters run high Let ’ s kill when we see injustice Let ’ s rob at ATM ’ s the old men Let ’ s kill for a new pair of Addidas Let ’ s burn baby burn It gets rid of the rats doesn ’ t it? Where is Eden - huh God? Where is it? |
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