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Chorus: We have some tragic news for boys and girls throughout the land The enemy is on his way and soon you will Be under his command Hello, America, do you know me? I’m the tyrant that you could not overthrow I’ve been making plans to take you Get you in my hands and break you Since you slipped outside my grip so long ago You tell the world I have no power You forget the secret bargains that we made Those who walked this land before you And the blacks who labored for you And the poor when they implored you You abandoned them to me as tribute paid Chorus: We have some tragic news for boys and girls throughout the land Your parents went and sold you into slavery Please don’t be mad How could they understand The life you took for granted was fragile as a dream One day you’ll all wake up and it will fade away And all be gone And it won’t come back No matter how you scream [guitar-bass duo] Our merry chase is almost over You should know by now there’s no escape from me Very soon