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America I Used To Be A Communist When I Was A Kid And I'm Not Sorry.

I Had A Moment Of Clarity, Saw The Feeling In The Heart Of Things, Walked Out To The Garden Crying.

America, I've Given You All And Now I'm Nothing.

Well, While I'm Here I'll Do The Work — And What's The Work? To Ease The Pain Of Living. Everything Else, Drunken Dumbshow.

Democracy! Bah! When I Hear That I Reach For My Feather Boa!