Lock your doors, lock your windows
Prepare for the worst, say your prayers
Build a bunker, store provisions
Stock up on guns and ammunition
Oh call a spade a spade
Some say invasion
Call a spade a spade
It's mass delusion
They're coming for your jobs, your privilege, your culture
To behead your sons and rape your daughters
And one by one they'll take you out
One by one they'll breed you out
So long, Whitie
You burned so brightly
(Call a spade a spade, some say invasion)
But all good things must come to an end
(Call a spade a spade, it's mass delusion)
Many more millions from the east
Fleeing war, weather and rising seas
Now you're looking around for your safe space comfort zone
With your head in the sand now you're reaping what you've sewn
So long, Whitie
You burned so brightly
(Call a spade a spade, some say invasion)
But all good things must come to an end
(Call a spade a spade, it's mass delusion)
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