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Aug 2020
Our teeth are black, their teeth are white
We praise the day, they praise the night
We know the way of right and wrong
Their tribe is weak, our tribe is strong
We can't be abel until they feel pain
So lets break their bones with a blood soaked cain
Hide their name where no one knows
Under sea or soil or the holy ghost


And when the war comes
We'll take their lives
Take their home
Take their wives
Take their children as slaves
And no one gave a **** about the world
That they created


The man next door has a real nice car
And he walks and he talks from a land afar
His garden shrines are of a different kind
Whatever they are, they're not divine
And if i turned the other cheek he'd spit on it
And if he got the chance he'd be sleeping with
Our wives and daughters
I think its time we taught him
That this place is no place
For a stranger


And when the war comes
We'll take their lives
Take their home
Take their wives
Take their children as slaves
And no one gave a **** about the world
That they created
Mr Shankley
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Mr Shankley  21/M/Great Britain
(21/M/Great Britain)   
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