Contextual Analysis of "yet but one more degradation. and they're treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps" in Lyrics

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disowned by this nation they live in. and with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand
disowned by this nation they live in. and with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand

yet but one more degradation. and they're treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps

this thriving and prosperous nation. and the rain falls and blows through their window
this thriving and prosperous nation. and the rain falls and blows through their window

orphans of wealth

Singer: don mclean

disowned by this nation they live in. and with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand

yet but one more degradation. and they're treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps

this thriving and prosperous nation. and the rain falls and blows through their window

crssk.

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disowned by this nation they live in. and with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand

yet but one more degradation. and they're treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps

this thriving and prosperous nation. and the rain falls and blows through their window

orphans of wealth

don mclean

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orphans of wealth

Singer: mclean, don

disowned by this nation they live in. and with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand

yet but one more degradation. and they're treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps

this thriving and prosperous nation. and the rain falls and blows through their window

crssk.

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disowned by this nation they live in. and with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand

yet but one more degradation. and they're treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps

this thriving and prosperous nation. and the rain falls and blows through their window

orphans of wealth

mclean, don

Explore more context at crssk.com

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