On the corner of a quiet, now busy street Nothing but rubbish and missionaries They march on and forth to their major's big feet Children are running as dynamite surrounds These men taking over their homes They're in, around, taking over their town Again, running for their lives again Dying before their time again For you and all your sick and disgusting racist points of view Six years down they're asking for your help You give them money, a hand with their wealth Another struggle, another year and they're out on the shelf. A national product sold to us for cheap In large amounts so we can over-eat It makes me wonder in bed at night, how do we sleep? Again, running for their lives again Dying before their time again For you and all your sick and disgusting racist points of view.