Roost
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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