Hi Fat Lo Fat

We'll suck the last drop dry,
watch as you fall and cry,
our whole reason is set to bring you down.

Don't bother asking why,
one last look at the sky,
now we're going to bring you down.

“Oh darling, just think.
We could be rid of the blacks,
the Irish, and the working classes.
We could be together for always.”

“Pure and Anglo-Saxon.”

Now we're sick of all your lies,
you're seen in all the right places.
You and your kingdom we despise,
we'll take you down and leave no traces.

So low.

“Pure and Anglo-Saxon.”

You really thought you had us beat,
thought you saw defeat in out faces,
and now you watch us running free rising up to take back our own places.

So low.

Don't ever think that what you had is yours to keep,
Accept defeat, you will never beat the ones you tried to kill by
Choking their culture.
And as we're making our own worlds we see your empire fall and burn,
slowly turn,
inside your gut the worm has finally turned.

So low.