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411 - Текст песни The Lucky Few
Sprouted from a racist seed, the white men stole the land they need
 To renovate a church and state of greed, and call it something great
 So every fall you could give thanx, for genocide of natives by the ranks
 Now you can find fast food in everytown, McDonalds, Wendy's, Taco Bell
 And as free trade kills domestic jobs, they blame minorities for all their probs
 And say they're the cause of unemployment, and lock 'em up for their enjoyment
 Although they say that we're all free, it never felt that way to me
 As you sit back and watch us die, i can't help but asking "why?"
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 Crooked cops on every block, and racist courts to lock you up
 A judicial system so corrupt, if yer not white you are a criminal
 Educated by the biased man, the kids to dumb to take a stand
 Faith in dreams that always die, but nightmares hold the upper hand
 It snowballs into worthless pawns
 Multiplying, buying. on and on
 Although they say that we're all free, it never felt that way to me
 As you sit back and watch us die, i can't help asking, "why?"

















