With what's left on my plate
Think I'll take the easy way And throw it in the trash
America has it's own problems That's what should come first So fuck those nigger's charity And let them die of thirst
That's what I'd like to see Send it all to their own countries They want the food to grow On what they call home land You can't grow anything in sand
I think of people starving So I can breathe their air
With what's left on my plate