Lyrics:
Here is the West German Broadcasting Station with the news
Fifty nuclear power stations will be built in the West German Republic
In the next ten
Mr. Lincoln I wish you were here.
The Republic's changed a lot in a hundred years.
And I don't think it's working like you planned.
Oh, Mr Lincoln,
Mr lincoln, I wish you were here
The Republic's changed a lot
In a hundred years and I don't think it's
Working like you planned
Oh, Mr lincoln, we
years of track
Two hundred years of glory never to turn back
The train is called America your ticket is a dream
That left the torture of freedom for
nation under god
This year is my inauguration
I pledge allegiance, to the flag of
The United Staten Island association
We are the republic, that will
These bastards stole their power
From the victims of the Us v Them years
Wrecking all things virtuous and true
The undermining social democratic
These bastards stole their power
From the victims of the Us v Them years
Wrecking all things virtuous and true
The undermining social democratic
Holiday, oh, a holiday
And the best one of the year
Dozing off underneath my sheets
While I cover both my ears
But if I wait for a holiday
I said what you think I said
You would need to cite a more specific grievance
Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements
Sweet
to you.
He's, he's from um, the Czech Republic.
And I wanted to read you this quick letter by the cat because he's just amazing. And he wrote one
the republic
Become Rome's fighting sons
Forged like a hammer and anvil
March to the setting sun
Twenty years
Of blood sweat and tears
Twenty years in steel
I.D, and gave me his number
Ten years later she driving a Hummer
Niggas hustle every day for a beat from Ye
What I do? Turn around gave them beats
Eighteen sixty nine being the date anf the year,
Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear,
For to gain the great prizes and bear them awa',
the Republic of our Bed
Where we could fall asleep for hours
But they can't touch you and me
We've got immunity
Or we could lie awake in the afternoon
Watching
School Bullingdon Club
Twelve years of misery
Endorsed by the media
Let us hope it's the end
Of this Banana Republic
With their bullshit on Brexit
the streets of shame the republic will fall
Fall of the landed mind, moon of fire
Winter like these sinners who now try to hide
There's no place left for
Dominican Republic
I haven't forgotten
You!
Gonna see this honey, make a little money
And one day I'll hop Jet
Blue!
But until that fateful day,
Dominican Republic
I haven't forgotten
You!
Gonna see this honey, make a little money
And one day I'll hop Jet
Blue!
But until that fateful day,
Holiday, oh, a holiday
And the best one of the year
Dozing off underneath my sheets
While I cover both my ears
But if I wait for a holiday
do
I ain't promotin' no eviction notice on the door
Fuck it, I had to go for broke
Do what I gotta do
Hustle 'til I see the dirt
Riskin' 25 years just
For a thousand years We've lived under oppression
For a thousand years she's made us bow
A thousand years will come to their conclusion
A thousand
goes flat
Slavic ripple wave
Hundred years of fighting
When the Zerg attack
Sent forth to take down the system!
Stuck between a dick and a hard place
Tell them it's been years that I hate them
Them and their political, social, moral and immoral ideas
Tell them that I shit on the Republic
feel him growing near
Like four years before when he was at the door going to jails what they fear
Cuz it's either they steal the election or they're all
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