No Better Time than the Fourth of July
Where are the rugged individualists of yesteryear
the men with faces carved from rock
and skin as tight as leather
To confront the neighborhood bullies
to tell ‘em where they can take their act
and the dangerous explosives they set off
To take back America’s mean streets
~ to replace them with safe, free streets
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