Verse 1: G I suppose that Old Man Trump knows just how much racial hate C G He stirred up in that bloodpot of human hearts D When he drawed that color line D G Here at his Beach Haven family project Chorus: G Beach Haven ain’t my home! C G No, I just can’t pay this rent! G
My money’s down the drain, D And my soul is badly bent! G Beach Haven is Trump’s Tower C Where no black folks Gcome to roam, G No, no, Old Man Trump! D G Old Beach Haven ain’t my home! Verse 2: G I’m calling out my welcome to you and your man both C G Welcoming you here to Beach Haven D To love in any way you please and to have some kind of a decent place D G To have your kids raised up in. Chorus: G Beach Haven ain’t my home! C G No, I just can’t pay this rent! G My money’s down the drain, D And my soul is badly bent! G Beach Haven is Trump’s Tower C G Where no black folks come to roam, G No, no, Old Man Trump! D G Old Beach Haven ain’t my home!
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