Текст песни Your Contry - Gogol Bordello
Your
country
raised
you,
Your
country
fed
you
And
just
like
any
other
country
It
will
break
you
On
front
line
send
you,
Tax
the
hell
out
you
And
just
like
any
other
country,
It
will
lock
you,
up
you
Unfortunately
there′ll
be
no
judgment
day
It
would
be
kind
of
fun
to
see
what
they
would
have
to
say
When
the
God
they
preached
would
actually
be
there
And
all
who
didn't
like
The
Stooges
would
go
to
fucking
hell
Your
country
raised
you,
Your
country
fed
you
And
just
like
any
other
country
It
will
break
you
On
front
line
send
you,
Tax
the
hell
out
you
And
just
like
any
other
country,
It
will
fuck
you,
up
you
But
even
all
the
garbage
that
they
pour
over
our
eyes
Does
not
prevent
us
from
living
most
magical
of
life′s
What
are
all
these
countries
and
how
did
they
appear?
And
who
cut
up
the
cake
and
who
brought
up
all
this
gear?
Did
it
have
to
do
anything
with
its
people's
will?
I
don't
know,
I
don′t
know,
I
don′t
know
my
dear
It's
six
in
the
morning,
I′m
down
in
New
Orleans
Sister
paintings
on
your
wall
they
will
speak
to
me
And
up
later
on
we
resume
salutations
To
the
rest
of
local
Tribal
Connections
Now
think
about
that
sweet
baby
girl
Sweet
baby
girl,
sweet
baby
girl
Sweet
baby
girl,
sweet
baby
girl
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