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To our cohorts to the east
London you beware
America is falling
And I don't see the plan
I'm getting on the next plane with my passport in hand
Looking for a better kind of future, but future's got demands
Yeah, I'm sitting on the fence line with my molotov in hand
Our neighbors to the west
China's got demands
Better learn Mandarin, because I don't see the plan
I'm getting on the next plan with my passport in hand
Looking for a better kind of living, because my livings got demands
Yeah, I'm sitting on the fence line with my molotov in hand
You can take this information and try to make a stand
Becuse they've got our fathers and our mothers are in hand
So, i'm leaving on the next plane gonna start a brand new band
Looking for a better kind of living, because my livings got demands
Yeah, I'm sitting on the fence post with my molotov in hand
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