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John Wayne was a
He liked to play SS
Kept a picture of Apolph,
Tucked in his cowboy vest
Sure he would string up your mother
Sure he would torture your pa
Sure he would march you up to the wall
Sure he would hang you by your last ball
Chorus:
He was a
But not anymore
He was a
Life evens the score
John Wayne slaughtered our Indian brothers
Burned their villages and r*ped their mothers
Now he has given them the white man's lord
Live by this, or die by the sword
Chorus
John Wayne killed a lot of gooks in the war
We don't give a fk about John anymore
We all heard his tale of blood and gore
Just another p*wn for the capitalist wh*re
Chorus
John Wayne wore an army uniform
Didn't like us reds and f*gs that didn't conform
Great white hero had so much nerve
Lived much longer than he deserved
Chorus
Late show Indian or Mexican dies
Klan propaganda legitimized
Hypocrite coward never fought a real fight
When I see John I'm ashamed to be white
Death bed Christian of this you avowed
If God's alive, you're roastin' now
Well John, we got no regrets
As long as you died a long and painful death