We are the developed world.
Shooting freedoms at your face;
Swing our massive guns around
Cursed countries free from His embrace –
Blast them till they’re full of grace.
Heathens all, whose skin is browned;
Children, caged, won’t make a sound.
We are the first world.
Problems all, they cross the border;
Gangster locusts come to feast.
Come to challenge law and order,
Not work as slaves; corporate fodder.
Challenge us to pay the least;
It’s all the fault of a fragile East.
We are the West.
Nothing wrong in what we do,
So far right in our righteous route.
Never deviate, go through –
Forward march, tunnel view,
If you see brown then you must shoot;
Let no terror tots take root.
We are white.
Purity springs a well eternal;
Fill your cup with Nazi dreams.
Damn those heathens, they’re infernal –
Different, weird, and born external.
Here to spread their mad regimes;
Different shades of the same extremes.
We are God.
Just grab her quickly by the pussy,
Make her see that she is wrong:
Brown and cheap it tastes so juicy;
Neck held tight and rights held loosely.
Orange prick with all your bombs
…Just go back to where you’re from.