My Country

Hello to the east
 Hello to the west
 Hello to my country I love you the best
 But I know we ain't never gonna get along
 Cause there's always something wrong
 Well, we came across the ocean
 With a evil type of potion
 Had the good book in the hand
 Telling everybody where to stand
 And saying: "All y'all ain't nothing but heathens
 You gonna work for me, I'm gonna give you a reason
 And to Sitting Bull with a tear in his eye
 I wish that all y'all motherfuckers would die
 Well we pushed them out on the reservation
 With no type of hesitation
 Killing all kinds of Mother Nature
 They'd reach out and we'd say I hate you
 And then the Black Kettle and the Red Cloud
 Took the tomahawk and they was screaming loud
 With the Sitting Bull and the Crazy Horse
 Punch a hole in that ass with a terrible force
 But it would not be enough
 Cause the white man money is just too tough