Ich bin ein Ausländer
Listen to the victim, abused by the system
The basis is racist, you know that we must face this.
"It can't happen here". Oh yeah?
"Take a look around at the cities and the towns."
See them hunting, creeping, sneaking
Breeding fear and loathing with the lies they're speaking
The knife, the gun, broken bottle, petrol bomb
There is no future when the past soon come.
And when they come to ethnically cleanse me
Will you speak out? Will you defend me?
Or laugh through a glass eye as they rape our lives
Trampled underfoot by the right on the rise
Ich Bin Ein Auslander
Welcome to a state where the politics of hate
Shout loud in the crowd "Watch them beat us all down"
There's a rising tide in the rivers of blood
But if the answer isn't violence, neither is your silence
If they come to ethnically cleanse me
Will you speak out? Will you defend me?
Freedom of expression doesn't make it alright
Trampled underfoot by the rise of the right
Ich Bin Ein Auslander.
I'm not really keen on labels, but I think we all know what is meant by 'the right' in the lyrics to that song. So given the perceived rise in violence and intimidation, including the assassination of one of our MPs, the racist dog whistles and incitement to nationalism coming from leading figures on the leave side of the debate, the talk about scrapping human rights and the scapegoating of immigrants, what's your argument for changing it?Just a couple of fixes there.
I'm not really keen on labels, but I think we all know what is meant by 'the right' in the lyrics to that song. So given the perceived rise in violence and intimidation, including the assassination of one of our MPs, the racist dog whistles and incitement to nationalism coming from leading figures on the leave side of the debate, the talk about scrapping human rights and the scapegoating of immigrants, what's your argument for changing it?
And the Mac of Fleet, too:
Why don't you ask him if he's going to stay?
Why don't you ask him if he's going away?
Why don't you tell me what's going on?
Why don't you tell me who's on the phone?
Why don't you ask him what's going on?
Why don't you ask him who's the latest on his throne?
Don't say that you love me
Just tell me that you want me
Tusk
Just say that you want me
Just tell me that you
Tusk
Tusk
Tusk
If we're quoting Fleetwood Mac...
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you can't disguise
(You can't disguise, no you can't disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies...