Somewhere inside your empty head
You think you're working-class
But you corrupt the whole idea
With your white aryan pride
Solidarity to you,
The word is just a curse
An illusion in your world
Where only the strong survive
Everything is alright,
You may have your white aryan war
Everything is alright,
But you will be the first ones to go!
A job for real men a job for real saints
A world for real men a world for real saints
Everything is alright,
You may have your white aryan war
Everything is alright,
But you will be the first ones to go!
A job for real men a job for real saints...

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