Home of the Gentry

The home of the gentry is not a home for me A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled No the home of the gentry is not a home for me I will build my own house until a home is what I see Money this and money that I understand the ones who chose to squat The land of the free is not a land for the free You can breathe all the air you want for a fee I refuse to be One with all of you Your community Build with processed stew Yes I refuse To take part in your communion You chose to abuse Even each other in your union What good is unity when the ties are made of hate I cannot stand with you for the blood you drank and the flesh you ate The home of the gentry is not a home for me A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled No the home of the gentry is not a home for me I will build my own house until a home is what I see A humble home of wood, sweat and tears Something to treasure for many years To me and my family these trees are gold This is my pride until I die, hopefully old What good is unity when the ties are made of hate I cannot stand with you for the blood you drank and the flesh you ate The home of the gentry is not a home for me A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled No the home of the gentry is not a home for me I will build my own house until a home is what I see The home of the gentry is not a home for me A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled No the home of the gentry is not a home for me I will build my own house until a home is what I see