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Ah, ah, thank you, Mr. President You set us out a celly for more than a quarter a century And in my country, that mean you caught a felony Forget about running for office boss, you ain't even voting When you write your own rules, you can never lose And the colonizers called you terrorist and run the schools So it must be true, they say the problem was you But I been to K-Town girl, what was you 'posed to do? Ooh, God forgive me for my brash delivery But I remember vividly what apartheid did to me And what recent years taught us, peacefully protesting No one'll care until someone tosses a molotov in the air It ain't fair, but you called hate a cancer Said love was the answer And gladly took 10-25 with your fists tied Refused to accept death until the end of apartheid I take shots at your sacred cows I dance with skeletons in closets I point at elephants in the room And make a mockery of heroes Yeah, pick your poison Pick your poison, boys, pick your poison Pick your poison 'cause it's all deadly Ah, ah, thank you Mr. President SongtexteAll hail the tough-as-nails Mr. Old Hickory When you write your own rules, you could never lose They say you a hero and they run the schools And this land is your land except Louisiana We just bought that, now we got a destiny to manifest Which means current occupants must vacate immediately It seems in your homeland, you are now trespassing You witnessing the birth of the Indian reservation concept Imagine China putting flags on your doorstep And said God sent 'em, so get to gettin' But the story of the victor is the one that gets written Ooh, God forgive me for my brash delivery But I remember vividly what Louis and Clark did to me His face is on our currency, the struggle is real A man whose legacy is literally a trail of tears Ooh, I take shots at your sacred cows Dance with skeletons in closets I point at elephants in the room And make a mockery of heroes Ayy, pick your poison Pick your poison, boys, pick your poison Pick your poison 'cause it's all deadly Will the truth it set you free? Depends on who you read While we qualify our blame, we're spewing partiality And we'll never leave the past if we keep leaving out the facts So you can pick what side you're on And you can pick your poison Yeah, pick your poison Oh, pick your poison Aus Songtexte Mania