I Play It With Power Chords, Sounds Right To Me. I Think There A Is Actually An Am And Seb's Infinite Musical
Wisdom Definately Uses A 7Th Or Two But This Is Close Enough With Power Chords
I'm Not 100% On This, So Any Suggestions Are More Than Welcome!
Verse 1
N.c.
"Second Class Citizen In My Own Country"
N.c.
Your Fucking Country? What's Your Country?
Your Country Is A Rich Man With Five Or Six Houses On Your Shoulder Saying Immigrants Are Stealing All Of Yours
Your Country Is Supplying Arms To Overseas Wars
For The Profit Of The Nation Or The Profit Of The Lords?
No Thought To The Victims Of The Slaughter
Tighten Up Borders, Normalize Talk About 'Em Drownin' In The Water
Your Country Is Alcoholism, Heart Attacks
A Post Bar Kebab After A Sparring Match
Your Country Is Rich Cunts Fear Mongerin'
Beer Hunger And Near Blunderin'
Any Conversation 'Bout A Common Enemy
Because The Poor Are Treated As Guard Dogs For The Wealthy
Your Country Is Whatevеr The Media Tells You It Is
A Warring, Dividеd Cultural Shit Tip
Keep Your Head Tucked Right Under Your Hood
'Cause The Sun Might Blind You If You Ever Look Up
Chorus
And Go
Come Undress This Little Paradise Of Mine
Stay For A While
Verse 2
You're Lucky To Be Here, We're Happy To Take You
As Long As You're Exceptional, If Not We'll Fucking Hate You
Officers, Doctors, And Businessfolk,
Builders And Barbers And Councilors, Therapists, Bouncers
They'll Sharpen Up Good With A Knife In The Back
Sex Crazed Alcoholic Cavemen
That Little Racist Covered In Plastic Wrap
You're Lucky To Be Here, But You Already Knew That
Take To The Streets, Start With The Police, Stand On Your Feet
Fuck Love, Fuck Peace, This Is Freedom Of Speech
Or So You Believe, Riot And Plea, Violence Is Key
Concerned Citizens, Patriots, Ah, Please
To The Rich And Elite It's A Spectator Sport
Had A Hand In Every Single Thing That You Thought
Suffer Your Neighbors, Soon As They Just Get A Taste Of Your Blood
To Feel The Full Fucking Force Of The Courts
Chorus
And Go
Come Undress This Little Paradise Of Mine
Stay For A While
Verse 3
"Second Class Citizen In My Own Country"
Imagine You're A Second Class Citizen In Somebody Else's
When You Burn Down Mosques And The Dust Settles
It's Like Everybody Lost And The Rich Got The Better Of It
Never Fucking Blame It On The Leader
You Love Too Much The Hand That Feeds You
So Soon Does Your Love Make War
Where Your Blood Will Be The Wine On The Teeth Of The Lords
Chorus
And Go
Come Undress This Little Paradise Of Mine
Stay For A While
And Go
Come Undress This Little Paradise Of Mine
Stay For A While
