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Doublespeak

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When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Darkie
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Paki
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Muslim
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Islam.

Say it in plain English, or the Queen’s English
(If you can read, write and understand your language)
You start this and I will explain how it will finish
If you get on a high horse, that comes with heavy baggage;
Muslim lands have oil, gas, minerals, not just curry and rice
It is not my fault I have got everything you really want
Go to the marketplace, pay the market price
Don’t bullshit about freedom and democracy, you peasant.

Poor white trash, you’ve got no cash, no cash, no cash
You are a low brow, low life, low class
Poor white trash, you’ve got no cash, no cash, no cash
You have a small dick, a big belly, and the biggest ass;
Bend over, spread your cheeks, take it like a man
You don’t have an Empire, you’ve got one thing to sell
Bend over, earn the cash the best way you can
This Paki will pay you well —  even though you smell.

 

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Poor White Trash

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Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

You are a joke that’s not so funny
You are so big with so little money
Poor food, poor job, poor bank account
Bottom of the pile, you don’t really count
Your piggy tail going swish, swish, swish
You don’t even know your own English
Who told you that your white skin
Guarantees you a win, win, win –
Which wave do you rule now, Britannia
How great are you now, Britain-he-ha!

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Centuries of sailing abroad to trample underfoot
Centuries of sailing home with the stolen loot –
Reflected glory puffed up your puny chest
Crumbs from their table feathered your tiny nest
Peasant, working class, council estate bum
For them you are less than flotsam and jetsam
You are sedated, distracted, and kept in order
Amused, abused, and then used as cannon fodder
Look around for the foreign to blame
Throw the stone to cover up your shame.

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Fall from grace, fall down in a heap
High and mighty reduced to the dirt cheap –
For the lowest wage you will sell your labour
For the right price you will sell your mother
In time you will crawl in the mud
In time you will be covered in blood
Your white skin will be made to feel the pain
The next World War will be just to explain
Who said Britons will never, never be slaves
Whoever buys you will piss on your graves.

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Britannia rules the waves without having a ship
Your head up their ass is a Special Relationship
But even they’ve had their day in the sun
Someone else holds the mortgage on their Big Gun
Little piggy is lining up to be bought and sold
The most dangerous creature in the world
Is an Englishman on his high-horse
He buries you while reciting Free verse
Enough – no more – they’ve dug their own graves
Who said Britons will never, never be slaves.

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.