调：A major•
Verse 1
Reflections from the Bigot's Graveyard.
Who said life was fair?
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What the hell are you doin'?
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Some ain't got any
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back in the day
I was riding shotgun
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in the land of the Indian, South Dakota,
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when they were not willing,
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some ain't got any
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Hell, we took our share back in the day
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There's a world war comin',
and hell, we leveled that place,
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behind the barbed wire fences,
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in this land of plenty
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some ain't got any hell we took our share
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back in the day
It's a different day, you know.
eatin' Chinese food.
What the hell is he thinkin'?
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Some ain't got any, but hell
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What the hell are you looking at?
and I take care of me and mine.
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