Game of Patriots

Who would expect
White men kidnapped
Thrown to the land
They hate so bad
Thrown out to gutters
To the ruins
To the sand
Are they prepared to interact
To demonstrate some class and tact
To make us proud
Of represent
On their way back
To motherland
We'll witness journey
From the city to the sea
We'll follow voyage
And adventures overseas
"There are no borders for the ones
Who were born free"
It's season one, lay back
And here comes the first scene

Who would expect
To see white man
Being fed
By swarthy hand
In the city with no embassy or aid
Who would expect
To see white man
Being treated as a threat
In a shipwreck
In a camp
In a place not signed on map
We'll witness journey
From the city to the sea
We'll follow voyage
And adventures overseas
There are no borders
For the ones who drown at sea
It's season two, lay back
And here comes the first scene

Our heroes
Look better
On TV screen
Our heroes
On TV screen



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