Song parody of
The Sins of Our Forefathers (feat. Rob Bendelow & David Reece)
by Nick Daniel
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There's too many people on my street
Feel the dirt and grime beneath my feet
The air is getting thinner every day
There's no hope or chance to get away
Poison all the water
Set fire to skies
Decimate the oceans
And never stop to wonder why
Count the cost of what's been lost
The sins of our forefathers
Have returned, and now we'll pay the price
Gather round this tattered ground
The sins of our forefathers
Too late now to turn the tide around
Chipping away, chipping away
Chipping away at the World
Fucking it up, fucking it up, fucking it up
We're always
Fucking it up, fucking it up, fucking it up
Count the cost of what's been lost
The sins of our forefathers
Have returned, and now we'll pay the price
Gather round this tattered ground
The sins of our forefathers
Too late now to turn the tide around
Fucking it up, fucking it up, fucking it up
Fuck
There's too many people on my street
Feel the dirt and grime beneath my feet
The air is getting thinner every day
There's no hope or chance to get away
Poison all the water
Set fire to skies
Decimate the oceans
And never stop to wonder why
Count the cost of what's been lost
The sins of our forefathers
Have returned, and now we'll pay the price
Gather round this tattered ground
The sins of our forefathers
Too late now to turn the tide around
Chipping away, chipping away
Chipping away at the World
Fucking it up, fucking it up, fucking it up
We're always
Fucking it up, fucking it up, fucking it up
Count the cost of what's been lost
The sins of our forefathers
Have returned, and now we'll pay the price
Gather round this tattered ground
The sins of our forefathers
Too late now to turn the tide around
Fucking it up, fucking it up, fucking it up
Fuck
