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Yo chickens coming home to roost bitches While you went south stealing their riches One hundred years you plundered While putting South America asunder Copper Silver and Gold Polluting the land while you stole Aluminum and Iron Ore Thousands of death if you re keeping score Now the poverty is wrecking havoc on their society While you scorn their misery Crying about the cost of feeding the immigrant The ugly American his bullying rant Yes the chicken are come home my friend That's the cost of thievery in the end

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