Somewhere inside your empty head
You think you're working-class
But you corrupt the whole idea
With your"white aryan pride"
Solidarity to you
The word is just a curse
An illusion in your world
Where only the strong survive
Everything is alright
You may have your"white aryan war"
Everything is alright
But you will be the first ones to go
A job for real men a job for real saints
A world for real men a world for real saints
