I live next to the tracks but on the wrong side
When they gave out privilege I was last in line
They must have run out when it was my turn
Nobody gives me nothing that's the lesson I learned

My daddy built his house on his rules
My Father in heaven laid his law too
But this is America jack this is our rules
And there's more of us than there are of you
I hear Iran's nice this time of year
There's the border pack your bags and leave

You spoiled sheltered little brat
Without a clue about where you're at
Was it the comfort that makes you so mad
Or maybe peace just makes you sad
Or maybe the roof over your empty head
As you stuff your face and plot revenge
Let's you and I just sort this out
Grab a switch and head to the shed

My daddy built his house on his rules
My Father in heaven laid his law too
But this is America jack this is our rules
And there's more of us than there are of you
I hear Iran's nice this time of year
There's the border pack your bags and leave

My daddy built his house on his rules
My Father in heaven laid his law too
But this is America jack this is our rules
And there's more of us than there are of you
I hear Iran's nice this time of year
There's the border pack your bags and leave

I live next to the tracks but on the wrong side
When they gave out privilege I was last in line

Credits:
Music and lyrics: Joseph Anthony Ricciardo 
Singing & vocals: Joseph Anthony Ricciardo 
Guitar (acoustic): Joseph Anthony Ricciardo 
Guitar (electric): Joseph Anthony Ricciardo 
Bass: Joseph Anthony Ricciardo 
Drums: Joseph Anthony Ricciardo 
 
Executive producer: Joseph Anthony Ricciardo 
Recording engineer: Joseph Anthony Ricciardo 
Mixing engineer: Joseph Anthony Ricciardo 
Mastering engineer: Joseph Anthony Ricciardo

There's The Border (Pack Your Bags and Leave)

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