"Race Hatred" lyrics

"Race Hatred"

What yer gonna do when the blacks get you
What yer gonna do when the Pakis get you
What yer gonna do when the chinks get you
What yer gonna do when the commies break through

Yeah, race hatred...

What yer gonna do when the yanks get you
What yer gonna do when the klan get you
What yer gonna do when the Russians get yo
What yer gonna do when the niggers break through

What yer gonna do about it, who yer gonna shout about it
What yer gonna do about it, who yer gonna elect about it

Race hatred...

Listen to the shouts of Chile's dead
See those reds that are under your bed
Look at the poor, look at the nigger
Look at that gun and your finger on the trigger

Yeah, race hatred...

Race hatred... destroy race hatred

The national front are getting stronger
Not a joke any longer
Now the choice is up to you
Destroy those nazis before they do

Bring race hatred

Destroy National Front, destroy National Front

They don't want these people here
They don't want these people near
All of you rich, some of you poor
What's that knocking on your door?


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