Faraway Town
Faraway Town
The problems of America,
they can not reach me.
I don't worry about a thing.
I live happily and free,
in the basement of my grandparent's house.
Why not my parents(?),
well they went to jail.
No, I live here for free.
They are afraid I will ask more,
but they should...
show me the door.
I am ungrateful,
I am a user prime,
to define my rights,
in other people's lives!
No boundaries,
no borders,
we are all alike.
Just because you hate us.
We must comply.
Tents at my front door,
sh.. in the street.
America a third world,
in a real-world,
of my own town.
No rule of law,
they can do as they please,
soon they will come
for you,
even if you have locks...
with keys.
You cry about debt, that you create.
You give away yours...and mine too.
No one said it was okay,
but it was politically correct.
Free education all around,
until there is no money,
to pay teachers,
that refuse to work without pay.
Free medical,
"come here for your hangnails",
let us pay for that,
we are so wealthy,
until we all fall flat.
Then there will be no service
for anyone, you or me or them.
Only those that can afford it,
that will be...mostly...
them.
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