"Come on, Gang!" *waves everyone on*

Here we go,
let’s stomp on the backs of heads and really
curb that enthusiasm. Tra la-la dee da,
The American Dream—you better get it
OR DIE, OR WORSE THAN DIE.

Bullets as common as people,
there’s my flag. See that banner waving?
There I struck it down.

Better stand. You better stand.
Better not move or itch or blink or
better do nothing while it plays,

that sweet song.

God bless us! God bless us—Oh, Holy Hallelujah!
(except the less and the
less and less
and the
less than less
or the
blacker)

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