Blessed
Sure, Vince,
We're all blessed...
Look at where we were born,
In a land unparalleled in time,
For that we find world scorn...
Let them hoot, let them holler,
Fast as hell, their hand
out for a dollar....
We defend people who
don't like us,
They never knew a word
that we call trust...
Let them yap on,
We can leave them in dust...
But on we plod,
Policeman to history....
Even though to us,
It's all a mystery...
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