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Some day it has been said
That the beliefs of white supremesists
Will all be dead

The hands of God have rubbed his crystal ball
And he has seen visions of how they will fall

And here is the story
Of the triumph and glory
Over races, creeds, religions and faces
Other than his
As seen through the eyes
Of your typical racist kid

First they’ll come for the Jews
And I won’t care what they do
Because I’m not a Jew

Then they’ll come for the blacks
And I’ll laugh at the murderous attack
Because I’m not a black

Then they’ll come for the women
And I’ll enjoy all the pain they’re givin’
Because I’m not women

Then they’ll come for the poor
And I’ll look happily at ‘em lying dead on the floor
Because I’m not poor

Then they’ll come for the gays
And I’ll be glad when those faggots finally pay
Because I’m not gay

Then they’ll come for nearly everyone else
And not an ounce of sadness will I have felt
Because I’m not everyone else

Then, finally, they’ll come for me
And all the others will be filled with glee
Because they’re not me