Uncle Sam
you take my life and try to take my soul,you break my back so you can have your gold.
you've said your lies and some untold,
you tell some more to keep your hold.
broken back,broken hands,
it's enough to kill a man.
God bless America,for all she stands,
but i can't help but hate Uncle Sam.
for a war you send thousands to die,
cashing in while wives and mothers cry.
sit on your throne, mighty and high,
let others fight while you run and hide.
broke back, broken hands,
it's enough to kill a man.
God bless America,for all she stands,
but i can't help but hate Uncle Sam.
the wieght of a country on a poor man's back,
he gets too tired it's the whip you crack.
add some pennies to his sack,
keep him down so he'll keep coming back.
broken back, broken hands,
it's enough to kill a man.
God bless America, for all she stands,
but i can't help but hate Uncle Sam.
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