Born on a farm in a transatlantic moonlight Split like a cord of wood my family broke up Sold like a piece of steer, a piece of meat, a cow A breathing piece of shit Picked for my age, for my strength and make up Called for I was tall, I was big, I could hold up A tree or a piece of steel I could do What my fat owner cant Ah, future farmers of america Future farmers of america Future farmers of america Ah Im always watching the way his wife looks me over I have a sex twice as big as her husbands If I wasnt so large, so strong, so pale Id disappear under a bush Colorless men and ladies of the world unite Kill your master with one cut of your knife Kill them during sex, kill them during talk Kill them whenever you can Future farmers of america Future farmers of america Future farmers of america These - - stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs of the heart Look at me, Ill never own land that I work on Every one of us here shares a surname This father must die I was born on the dark cusp of twilight My father was dark, my mother was light Look at me, Im strong I could crush him in my fist Ah I could crush him in my I could crush him in my I could crush him in my fist I could crush him in my I could crush him in my I could crush him in my fist Future farmers of america I could crush him in my fist Future farmers of america I could crush him in my fist Future farmers of america I could crush him in my fist
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