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    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 cocks your mother sucked?
    It's one great long brutal shout:
    "You and your race, get fucked".

    Understanding's fine, I grant ya,
    But come on, let's be frank -
    Got no time for other cultures
    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 fucked".

    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 fucked".

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    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 fucked".

    Don't call me nigger, whitey.
    Don't call me wing-nut, gippo.

    Don't call me faggot, yobbo.
    Don't call me rapist, leso.

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

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