Bomb The Boats And Feed The Fish

Forgotten Rebels (In Love With The System) I don’t want no foreign pricks to take my job away from me My tax dollars paid their ransom Would they do the same for me? Now I don’t, I don’t want ’em in my home I don’t, I don’t want ’em by me alone They’re commies, subhuman subversives, commies They’re human living curses They got nowhere to go so let ’em go I don’t want ’em around so let ’em down I don’t want ’em around so let ’em drown Let’s bomb the boats, feed the fish Gulls peck flesh from rancid stiffs decaying on the deep blue sea Bits and pieces here and there, bomb them far from my country Now do you, do you want ’em in your home? Do you, do you want ’em by you alone? They’re commies, subhuman subversives, commies They’re human living curses They got nowhere to go so let ’em blow And I wanna not have ’em around They got nowhere to go so let ’em drown Let’s bomb the boats, feed the fish Bomb the boats, feed the fish Bomb the boats, feed the fish Bomb the boats and feed their fucking flesh to the fish