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a sterilized block for the livestock Paralysed shocked Live and die for some fluttering cloth And we must buy A hot cup of jasmine jingoism cutting chai Samjhe
of Jingoism Soul of peace O ye votaries of Mars Ares; Enyo, the Jingoists War mongers, mercenaries whose haughty hearts; the killing field Hence derive war
place in the sun Iambic pentameter (pentameter) Sonics. Nihilism, cynicism, catechism, jingoism, jism Hypnotism, mesmerism, poetic symbolism Efrem
bankruptcy And you can't escape We've been sold out we can get out Lies sold tragedy all on your TV Fabricated journalism Junk news and jingoism
gas no brakes Jingoism, birtherism, nativism, tribalism All around, my hometown Nihilism, hedonism, pessimism, terminism In my brain, how profound Will
to be sung And we'll all sing along at the top of our lungs Some hazy positivity, some boisterous shouting A bit of jingoism and a lot of carousing
to let our race or nationality define who we are. Petty nationalism and jingoism suck no matter where you are from. Fuck your flag!
Albocracy Democracy Islamism Fascism Jingoism Conservatism Capitalism Secularism Liberalism Socialism Communism Anarchism If you think that the ideology that
Cold California coughs up copacetic coping mechanisms Red rover raves about the jingle bells of jingoism Summer sighs as it dies Dying bleached beds
Hushin news from congressmen, that's all day g Impugnin jingoism hidden in those Kanye tweets Countin with five fingers the times I've been to church But
an expat Don't care how exotic Far less patriotic Jingoism meets neurotic Whoa-oh-oh London or Tokyo Come on, come on let's go Rio or Tel Aviv I'm packing
the fight Logic, understanding Lost to fragile masculinity A shallow sense of Jingoism, religion Don't let yourself slip away Born like this, to fight like
We're all hopped up (hopped up) Hopped up on guns and jingoism All of my bullets (my bullets) They're gonna rip right through 'em And I can see
Eh! God, take note R lite, Richklin you know say... They call me yah! Jingoism Tecky B baby.. Mr. producer Girl I don dey love you tay tay I gat my
What were we thinking? Our pride consumed us Jingoism birthed A hysteria of lies Indoctrinate the youth To see your truth Poison the well Of our own
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