| My friend come to the end,
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| fuck off I’m sick of your words
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| and the way you shout loud
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| I’m proud, I’m proud
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| proud to be a German and proud to be white
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| but your eyes aren’t blue,
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| what a shame, oh look at you
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| alone a piece of shit, but strong in a crowd
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| than you loose your coverdice
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| and another black girl cries
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| God damn your kind
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| For our history from the past
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| until today there is the black
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| and the red is for the blood
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| of the millions that was shed
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| for the exploitation of the poor
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| there is the gold on our flag
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| is it that what are you proud of,
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| you patriotic pack
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| You wear the Belgium colours,
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| you thought it is the German flag
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| oh, I know what do you hide
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| behind your national pride
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| it is stupidity
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| but it’s too dangerous to ignore
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| your welcome friend is silence,
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| this time we’ll offer resistance
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| you poison this country
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| with shit that you’ve been told
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| that your race is the best, better than the rest
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| God damn your kind |