Don't walk on my side of the street,
we do not want to see your feet
pounding down on this sidewalk.
We feel no need to mix or talk.
Here are the rules that we send,
if you're not like us you're no friend.
So take this threat and do not stray
or with your life you'll surely pay.
We want our race line to stay pure,
we're happier when you are fewer.
So die you ******** do us a favour
for we don't like your cultures flavour.
These thoughts have always been in mind,
our message passed from kind to kind.
Children taught how they should hate
and never enter in debate.
We're happy just the way we are,
with bullets from a drive bye car.
Machine guns we can lock and load
Dead bodies lying in the road.
Why would we ever want alteration
and mix with lesser denomination.
We keep the streets clean as we sieve
sooner than integrate we would grieve.
It makes good sense that's what we learn
and then pass on when it's our turn.
Our children we do educate
and their forbears they emulate.
And on and on and on and on
and through this course so many gone.
They die because they cross a road,
or move out from their postal code.
We **** because he looks at her,
they die 'cause they decide to care.
Rather to **** them than to alter
we choose instead to maim and slaughter.
This is it, it's what you do
to those who do not look like you.
We must step forward and be brave,
and if they mix they choose the grave.
We are there to teach and show
for without this no-one would know.
Cultures they would amalgamate
then we would have no cause to hate.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
Don't walk on my side of the street,
we do not want to see your feet
pounding down on this sidewalk.
We feel no need to mix or talk.
Here are the rules that we send,
if you're not like us you're no friend.
So take this threat and do not stray
or with your life you'll surely pay.
We want our race line to stay pure,
we're happier when you are fewer.
So die you ******** do us a favour
for we don't like your cultures flavour.
These thoughts have always been in mind,
our message passed from kind to kind.
Children taught how they should hate
and never enter in debate.
We're happy just the way we are,
with bullets from a drive bye car.
Machine guns we can lock and load
Dead bodies lying in the road.
Why would we ever want alteration
and mix with lesser denomination.
We keep the streets clean as we sieve
sooner than integrate we would grieve.
It makes good sense that's what we learn
and then pass on when it's our turn.
Our children we do educate
and their forbears they emulate.
And on and on and on and on
and through this course so many gone.
They die because they cross a road,
or move out from their postal code.
We **** because he looks at her,
they die 'cause they decide to care.
Rather to **** them than to alter
we choose instead to maim and slaughter.
This is it, it's what you do
to those who do not look like you.
We must step forward and be brave,
and if they mix they choose the grave.
We are there to teach and show
for without this no-one would know.
Cultures they would amalgamate
then we would have no cause to hate.
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