I always look at it
Like an outsider looking in
But since the inside classifies me as American
I was born into their world of sin
And so begins the psychological battle
At birth they’ve got you by the saddle
They tell you who to respect
And who to consider good
But if they told the truth from the start
I wonder how many really would
I mean just a fool to believe
A lie without questioning
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