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The home of the gentry is not a home for me

A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled

No the home of the gentry is not a home for me

I will build my own house until a home is what I see

Money this and money that

I understand the ones who chose to squat

The land of the free is not a land for the free

You can breathe all the air you want for a fee

I refuse to be

One with all of you

Your community

Build with processed stew

Yes I refuse

To take part in your communion

You chose to abuse

Even each other in your union

What good is unity when the ties are made of hate

I cannot stand with you for the blood you drank and the flesh you ate

The home of the gentry is not a home for me

A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled

No the home of the gentry is not a home for me

I will build my own house until a home is what I see

A humble home of wood, sweat and tears

Something to treasure for many years

To me and my family these trees are gold

This is my pride until I die, hopefully old

What good is unity when the ties are made of hate

I cannot stand with you for the blood you drank and the flesh you ate

The home of the gentry is not a home for me

A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled

No the home of the gentry is not a home for me

I will build my own house until a home is what I see

The home of the gentry is not a home for me

A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled

No the home of the gentry is not a home for me

I will build my own house until a home is what I see