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Theatre of Hate
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From Europe they came, the poor, the sick, the tired Those who would be free For in their hearts the hope was there A willingness to free themselves To America the trumpet calls For a civilization that is waiting to be born A civilization that is gone with the wind Somewhere there is an America Somewhere there is an America Somewhere there is an America Somewhere there is an America Slavers working out their sins The bullet that killed the reverend king Through fear of change the CIA and the mafia Decree and entered Kennedy To America the bugle calls for a civilization that is A civilization that is gone with the wind Somewhere there is an America Somewhere there is an America Somewhere there is an America Somewhere there is an America Somewhere there is an America That is gone with the wind