Album Name : Machiavelli and the Four Seasons
Release Date : 1995-05-01
Song Duration : 4:14
Tism Aussiemandias
Some people hate the Muslims
Some people hate the gips;
Some people have no problem
Picking on the nips -
How would you like to know about
The cocks your mother sucked?
It's one great long brutal shout:
"You and your race, get f..cked".
Understanding's fine, I grant ya,
But come on, let's be frank -
Got no time for other cultures
In the line at the autobank.
Inside us all there is a lout
When civilisation's crushed -
Time has come to let him out:
"You and your race, get f..cked".
The Irish hate the Irish;
It's Arab versus Jew;
You're cactus if you're Kurdish,
And by Christ I'm sick of you.
There's bullets to be sprayed about,
There's grenades to be chucked;
There's two of us left, so watch out:
"You and your race, get f..cked".
There's nothing more to race relations
Than a bit of the old push and shove;
No need at all for the United Nations
When we've got death behind the pub.
Black, white, yellow - we agree about
Why our hands are clutched -
We want to punch each other out:
"You and your race, get f..cked".
Don't call me n..er, whitey.
Don't call me wing-nut, gippo.
Don't call me faggot, yobbo.
Don't call me rapist, leso.
Call me Harold, call me Earnest -
Just don't call me late for breakfast.
