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Family left the table
A thousand empty plates
Another six gun Christmas
Ash against the grate
Tinsel on the carpet
Open up the gates
We’re your drunken friends
Who always stay too late

We’re not so little anymore

Our big hands in your face
Our big planes in your sky
We don’t say were sorry
And we don’t need a reason why

We make all the waste
We make all the noise
Rich men start the wars
And send your little boys

They’re not so little anymore

• 1. Little America