Boycott Everything

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I boycott everthing thats not made by my hands my hands, my hands. I boycott everthing thats not made by my hands my hands, my hands. If I have to, I build myself a cardboard house with a cardboard porge for my girl and my spouse And If I have to, I build myself a cardboard street and a whole village where all of my friends can meet. I make, make, make. I breake, breake, breake. I create, create, create. I wait, wait, wait. I boycott everthing thats not made by my hands my hands, my hands. I boycott everthing thats not made by my hands my hands, my hands. And if I want to, I put paper trees in that street and cardboard birds, that go "tweet, tweet, tweet". And if I want to, I pencil in a piece of land, a whole farm and cardboard cows on demand. I make, make, make. I breake, breake, breake. I create, create, create. I wait, wait, wait. United States? On your knees! Japan? On your knees! China? On your knees! Germany? On your knees! I boycott everthing thats not made by my hands my hands, my hands. I boycott everthing thats not made by my hands my hands, my hands. Hands! My hands! Hands! My hands! Russia? Made of Oil. China? Soon to boil. Japan? Made of cars. The middle east? Full of scars. The netherlands? Build on trade. Africa? Running late. Switzerland? Made of cheese. Canada? Full of trees. England? Made of Water. UK? Harry Potter. India? Soft ware. Tibet? Made of prayer Sweden? Made of bands. Australia? Full of sand. Carribean? Made of smoke. South america? Full of cow. North Korea? exponential. South Korea? confidental. USA? Made of KORN, all the rest: made of porn. I boycott everthing thats not made by my hands my hands, my hands. I boycott everthing thats not made by my hands my hands, my hands. I boycott everthing thats not made by my hands my hands, my hands. I boycott everthing thats not made by my hands my hands, my hands. And if I want to, I put paper trees in that street and carport birds, that go "tweet, tweet, tweet". And if I want to, I pencil in a piece of land, a whole farm build by my own two hands.

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