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I see schemes of green, Red ruses too
I see them spell doom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wanker-filled world

I see cities of blue attack crowds of whites
The Right pressed each day, in the dark scared by nights
And I think to myself
What a wanker-filled world

The bullies of the rainbow, so petty, so sly
Are all in the faces of those going by
I see Trans shaking glands, saying, “Whom do you do?”
They’re really sayin’ to us “Hey, Eff you!”

I hear Lib babies cry, I watch them so gross,
They’ll learn mush more, till it overflows
And I think to myself
What a wanker-filled world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wanker-full world

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