
All The Lords And Their Ladies Songtext
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A burning sun is setting down
Behind a crowded beach
And something in this tropical scene
Feels so obscene
I get the indication
It's the colour of my skin
That makes me feel so out of place
So alien
And the lords and their ladies walk on by
Sometimes I wish I could swallow every single lie
So they let me be
I take a look to the right
See the rising of white pride
As goose-step gutless brownshirts
Return calling for genocide
They make their saints from our demons
And their leaders from madmen
Backed by big business
Religion and so-called gentlemen
And the lords and their ladies walk on by
Staring down from their high horses at me
Sometimes I wish I could swallow every single lie
So they let me be
Staring down from their pedestals at me
Behind a crowded beach
And something in this tropical scene
Feels so obscene
I get the indication
It's the colour of my skin
That makes me feel so out of place
So alien
And the lords and their ladies walk on by
Sometimes I wish I could swallow every single lie
So they let me be
I take a look to the right
See the rising of white pride
As goose-step gutless brownshirts
Return calling for genocide
They make their saints from our demons
And their leaders from madmen
Backed by big business
Religion and so-called gentlemen
And the lords and their ladies walk on by
Staring down from their high horses at me
Sometimes I wish I could swallow every single lie
So they let me be
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