We are the men of New England,
we my have made a blunder,
for we fought those from England,
we fought through sun and thunder,
ah yes we gained our victory,
our independence too,
though i believe in Pickering,
i believe his cause is true,
our blunder was our liberty,
for those in power have gone mad,
becasue of their idiocy,
our states folk they are so sad,
decades after we fought our first foe,
the enemy stayed our enemy? No.
Our enemy is ourselves, as we continue to grow,
we believe it is time for us to go.
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