On the corner of a quiet, now busy street
Nothing but rubbish and missionaries
They march on and forth to their major's big feet
Children are running as dynamite surrounds
These men taking over their homes
They're in, around, taking over their town
Again, running for their lives again
Dying before their time again
For you and all your sick and disgusting racist points of view
Six years down they're asking for your help
You give them money, a hand with their wealth
Another struggle, another year and they're out on the shelf.
A national product sold to us for cheap
In large amounts so we can over-eat
It makes me wonder in bed at night, how do we sleep?
Again, running for their lives again
Dying before their time again
For you and all your sick and disgusting racist points of view.
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Lyrics submitted by nick.