Like stepping on foreign ground
This is the place of our roots
These are the hands that built this land
Could not care less
Never made no promise nor kept one
Just get some space
No matter the costs nor the prize
Purified streets now!
'Bout time examples are made
Put 'em on death row
Weed 'em out, it's never too late
Strange days in the neighbourhood Like stepping on foreign ground This is the place of our roots These are the hands that built this land Could not care less Never made no promise nor kept one Just get some space No matter the costs nor the prize Purified streets now! 'Bout time examples are made Put 'em on death row Weed 'em out, it's never too late Explain Request ×
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