Sharp suit,
Black tie.
Money flying,
People die.
Land of the free,
You all laughed at me.
I told you once,
I told you twice,
Now you all are crying out.
Oh savior, come back and help!
We've lost our way,
Sam has let us slip.
I call you out,
I care no more.
I hope you all rot,
You're sure to be mourned.
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