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I remember getting intimidated and busted at age thirteen by the police I remember my friend Tate Bryant Shot in the back in Tampa, Florida for his first-offense burglary I remember the police firing into crowds and killing children 'Cause they were the wrong color I remember the narcs in my high school trying to set me up for a big fall I remember the police bringin' dogs into our school And sniffing away my rights The police is the Klan is the mafia and they all own the police state And they're out for me, and soon they're going to be out to get you So you better get goin' if you know what's good for ya And take your stand
I remember when I first went to school They said, 'Don't be a joker, don't be a fool Pledge your allegiance to the red, white, and blue Don't expect your country to do nothin' for you' They said your forefathers loved you, but I only had one Watched him die in the heat of the sun Suckin' on the barrel of a policeman's gun Nothin' I could do but stay away
In the U.S.A., you gotta take your chances If you plan on stayin' free They say this is the land of the livin' But they're tryin' to make a dead man out of me
I remember when I first hit the road I was runnin' from the lenders of the money I owed Came to Austin, heard a knock at my door Crossed another border and now I'm runnin' some more They say they're gonna get me but it ain't happened yet Burnin' my fingers on my last cigarette It's time to remember, it's time to forget Nothin' I could do but get away
To the U.S.A., you gotta take your chances If you plan on stayin' free They call this the land of the livin' But they're tryin' to make a dead man out of me
I remember all the stories I heard How a man's supposed to be about as free as a bird My brother's in prison, my father's dead Me, I'm tired of livin' with a price on my head I wonder if there's a place to be In the whole wide country for a fella like me Name's in the paper, face on TV Nothin' I can do but get away
In the U.S.A., you gotta take your chances If you plan on stayin' free They call this the land of the livin' But they're tryin' to make a dead man out of me
In the U.S.A., you gotta take your chances If you plan on stayin' free They call this the land of the livin' But they're tryin' to make a dead man out of me
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