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I was born in America,
raised here;
it's all I've ever known.

We sing about this
land of the free,
home of the brave.

We pledge allegiance to ourselves
and let the oppressed and fearful suffer.

While the rest of the world
lies in ruin,
we puff our chests like eagles
and glare down at those below us.

We turn away immigrants
seeking a better life
because we're too full
of ourselves.

The government doesn't treat its own
any better than strangers.

Uncle Sam points a finger
but never lends a hand.

We start wars on a dime
and leave our soldiers without any;
why serve your time
when your country isn't loyal to you?

The poorest pay higher taxes
than the millionaires,
is it any wonder how they
ended up where they are? 

Everything is a business,
if there's nothing in it for us
then we aren't in it.

We'd do anything for a paycheck
even if it means
selling our souls
to the highest bidder.

We live in mansions,
drive luxury cars,
to keep up with the Joneses.

We shell out our cash
for overpriced goods
when they're made for pennies
in foreign sweatshops.

I was made in America,
but I don't belong here.