Pale English Hands

I love the left but we are eating ourselves alive
There will be noting left if this disagreement equals crime
You push those fuckers underground
You know that's where they hide
And come back up burning crosses with numbers on their side

I like my racist out in the open
I like my racist out in the open
I like my racist out in the open
Where I can see 'em
Out In the crosshairs
Like a deer

You locked the door
And threw away my spare keys
Really what for?
Just because you couldn't stand to see the fuckers getting their filthy hands
On your precious land
Well there's no filthier hands than our pale English ones

There's no filthier hands than our pale English ones
There's no filthier hands than our pale English ones
There's none more covered in blood than our Pale English Hands

Our Pale English Hands

It's was oh so good of you to
Pass it all down but it's
Not much good if you've
Already burnt the place to the ground
I'm not sure I really want to wear your crown
It's covered in blood
Now we get to be the kings
In a wasteland
God I love being the king in a wasteland
All I really wanted was to wash my Pale English Hands