Sins Of My Fathers

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Dorothy Gale From Kansas
She knows how it feels;
To see that twister coming
Rippin' up the fields

Goddamn I get religious
When that cyclone blows
Shelter door is locked and
Nature is outa control

I was a white successful
Eurocentric male
I thought my life was stressful
'Til my mentors went to jail

I fell off of the top of
The Tower of Babel
Speaking Suma Cum Laude
To a third-world rabble

I miss the dope
The dollars and the dinners
I miss that glimmer of hope
I miss the Gipper

We were the master race
We held the master card
And now it's over
Having gone so far

I'm paying for the sins of my fathers
And the sins of my brothers
And those before them
Goddamn my white world is crumbling down

Big white father my world
Has died behind the clouds
The hell Hound has escaped
From the pound

I got to pump iron
I can't pump gas
Alaric is at the gates
And he shall pass

We gave them science
They wanted superstition
We gave them the Magna Carta
They wanted Magnavision

We were the master race
We held the master card
And now it's over
Having gone so far

I'm paying for the sins of my fathers
And the sins of my brothers
And those before them
Goddamn my white world is crumbling down

I've got a guy
Coming by to buy my stereo
I throw in my records
If he begins to bid too low

Gun Club Jane's Addiction
Talking Heads Bow-wow-wow
I ain't got the time to listen to them
Too much anymore anyhow

Goddamn the guillotine's coming
My white world is crumbling down