Pagal ki na bole?
Chagal ki na khai?
Kuch bolo ke ni?


Is there nothing that a madman won’t say?
Is there nothing that a goat won’t eat?
Common sense
Misinformation received by the common man


You’ve been just as deceived
An effect that was planned by the powers that be
A most effective tool for division and rule
A most effective tool for division and rule


And people of different cultural persuasions
Start to develop hindered relations
So what can be done to dissipate the friction?
Gotta separate the facts, yes, the facts from the fiction


Ah, I , I don’t know
Ah, I , I don’t know
Ah, I , I don’t know
But once they get, get here
There is no knowing what they’ll get up to


All this talk about housing
Just a method of arousing bad feeling
Appealing to people’s prejudice
And then they redirect their lack of self respect
Towards a visible target, a visible target


You seem to have forgotten
That the apple has always been rotten
And that black people are not the cause of your problems
Black people are not the cause of your problems


We’re often told that this country’s bursting at the seams
We’re never told that there are in fact more people
Leaving than entering
Immigration has become synonymous with black people
Yet over sixty per cent of immigrants are white


Things were good in the good olden days they say
Jobs in the factories, economic slaves
We kept our doors open right throughout the day
But the poverty was such that there was nothing to nick anyway


Black people constitute less than
Six per cent of the population
Common sense
Misinformation received by the common man


You’ve been just as deceived
An effect that was planned by the powers that be
A most effective tool for division and rule
A most effective tool for division and rule


And people of different cultural persuasions
Start to develop hindered relations
So what can be done to dissipate the friction?
Gotta separate the facts, yes, the facts from the fiction


Enough is enough
Immigration must stop
This country’s bursting at the seams
This country’s going to the wogs


Oh, the sun has got it’s facts wrong
Hip, hip, hooray [unverified]
The sun has got it’s facts wrong
And it’s fucking up my day


A race war that’s what they’re fighting for
Rivers of blood is what they want
By claiming influx, a flood or a swamp
There ain’t no influx, a flood or a swamp


All this talk about housing
Just a method of arousing bad feeling
Appealing to people’s prejudice
And then they redirect their lack of self respect
Towards a visible target, a visible target


You seem to have forgotten
That the apple has always been rotten
And that black people are not the cause of your problems
Black people are not the cause of your problems


Ah, I , I don’t know
Ah, I , I don’t know
Ah, I , I don’t know
But once they get, get here
There is no knowing what they’ll get up to


Oh, the sun has got it’s facts wrong
Hip, hip, hooray [unverified]
The sun has got it’s facts wrong
And it’s fucking up my day


Pagal ki na bole?
Chagal ki na khai?
Pagal ki na bole?
Chagal ki na khai?