Quit trying to tell me everything's gonna be alright
You can tell me nothing's wrong
Today's youth was f*cked from the start
Leaders like you why do we fall apart
I don't know what the f*ck to do
I don't know me and I don't know who is who
The government's got me f*cked in the head
We'd be better of dead
Political correctness can kiss my ass
Police are scared to do their jobs
Country's been infected ignorant disease
You wanna burn my flag, send you home in a body bag
This song goes out to the working class America
It's time to stand up and take back this f*cking country
From domestic terrorists who govern our laws, tax our earnings
While they pad their own f*cking pockets
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Quit trying to tell me everything's gonna be alright
You can tell me nothing's wrong
Today's youth was f*cked from the start
Leaders like you why do we fall apart
I don't know what the f*ck to do
I don't know me and I don't know who is who
The government's got me f*cked in the head
We'd be better of dead
Political correctness can kiss my ass
Police are scared to do their jobs
Country's been infected ignorant disease
You wanna burn my flag, send you home in a body bag
This song goes out to the working class America
It's time to stand up and take back this f*cking country
From domestic terrorists who govern our laws, tax our earnings
While they pad their own f*cking pockets
You can tell me nothing's wrong
Today's youth was f*cked from the start
Leaders like you why do we fall apart
I don't know what the f*ck to do
I don't know me and I don't know who is who
The government's got me f*cked in the head
We'd be better of dead
Political correctness can kiss my ass
Police are scared to do their jobs
Country's been infected ignorant disease
You wanna burn my flag, send you home in a body bag
This song goes out to the working class America
It's time to stand up and take back this f*cking country
From domestic terrorists who govern our laws, tax our earnings
While they pad their own f*cking pockets
Writer: John Sweeney
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid