Pale English Hands Lyrics

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