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Verse 1
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Oh,
Let it in now, if you please
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Your promised land was settled by bastards,
Excuse me if it offends you,
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but I'm the worst of all of these
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I destroyed your family tree,
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I am the outcast
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I'm your inbred second cousin
I was kept inside a shed
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I'm the cross -eyed little stutterer
I'm your queer Uncle Harry,
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your retarded Uncle Fred
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I'm the one they look for dead,
I am the outcast
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I've embarrassed folks at weddings,
birthdays, and at wakes
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I'm the cur who passed out face
down in your anniversary cake
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I'm the black sheep, the philanderer,
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the louse, the souse, the rake
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The remittance man, the snake,
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the bloody outcast
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Forbear with your pity,
my function's very plain
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We've come here from the old world
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and we've gone a touch insane
On your social scale,
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you'd need a boy as a bear,
the family's stained
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I am the joker in your game,
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I am the outcast
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Oh, the black man and the Indian,
the Chinaman and the Jew,
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They built your friggin' railroad,
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they picked your cotton, too.
They washed your dirty laundry
and they tied your chil
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They got a right to sing the blues
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cause they were outcasts.
And we worship politicians,
as if they all were saints
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Put their faces on our money,
We should love this land for what it is,
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and not for what it ain't
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All their game is fueled by hate,
the hate of outcasts
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The Norwegians hate the Swedish,
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and the Swedes they hate the Finns
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The Finns they hate the Russians,
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and the Russians hate the Yids
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Spicks and whops and greases,
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kites and spades and giddy -ants
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Hatred's blowing in the wind,
ten million outcasts
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Oh, beautiful for spacious skies
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Grain distilled to make the rye
that pickled old Tom Paine
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Old Georgie built the White House
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with slaves that died in pain
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But Georgie's quarries
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made the gain from blood of
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outcasts
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This ain't a little closer now,
the sideshow must begin
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History will repeat itself again,
again, again
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On the immigration turnip,
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oh, the low man never wins
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Competition ain't a sin,
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God help the old man
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Don't step right up you pilgrims,
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the trains are leaving soon
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an eye away from the likes of folks like you
A quarter section on a flood plain,
40 acres of a view
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Sign right here you bloody fools
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Welcome you outcasts!
You
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