Aussiemandias Lyrics

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 c**** your mother sucked?
It's one great long brutal shout:
"You and your race, get f*****".
Understanding's fine, I grant ya,
But come on, let's be frank -
Got no time for other c**tures
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*****".
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*****".

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*****".
Don't call me n*****, whitey.
Don't call me wing-nut, gippo.

Don't call me f*****, yobbo.
Don't call me rapist, leso.

Call me Harold, call me Earnest -
Just don't call me late for breakfast.