Your future lies when bosses die Fall for the race charade and you will pay
White youth
Your race and nation is casus creation Mass murder sheep are now King’s Road Nazi chic
White youth
A sniff of Zyklon B, a flashback to the past A manicured hand smashing A class (our class?) The cultured mobsters of the bourgeoisie The noose gets tighter slowly by degree
White youth
We are black, we are white Together we are dynamite