Bound For Glory The Way It Should Be
The festival of white men is about to begin. People
from everywhere they gather like kin. Gather around for
a glorious tale. Of our mighty forefathers, how they
blazed a trail.
The sun goes down, the cross is lit, at the sight the
children stare. There’s love and pride all around you,
can you feel it in the air.
And that’s the way it should be. Feeling so white and
so free. Yes that’s the way it should be. There’s
nothing better for me.
Stories are told and experience shard. Then a speech is
made by a man who cares. White weddings, and aryan
couples advance. And the evening’s topped off with a
song and dance.
I hear my spirit say, "I don’t ever want to leave".
‘Cos this is white unity, far beyond belief.
And that’s the way it should be. Feeling so white and
so free. Yes that’s the way it should be. There’s
nothing better for me.
And that’s the way it should be. Feeling so white and
so free. Yes that’s the way it should be. There’s
nothing better for me.
For me. For me.
That’s the way it should be.