• Give Me Your Poor


    CHORUS:
    Give me your poor
    Your weak
    Your feeble
    Your crushed
    Your dead
    Your pestilised
    Your diseased
    Your rotten
    Your disgusting
    People of your land

    VERSE:
    I call upon your wicked
    Your evil
    Your sour
    Your worst of worses
    To strike upon me
    And destroy me

    I will not
    DIE (screamt and top of lungs)
    Your will now
    DIE
    I will not
    DIE
    You will
    Be gone!!! (Bottom of lungs)
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