(satirical critique of xenophobic nationalism)
Caress the cold steel
Caress my friend
That\'s what you wanted
To get counted among men
You watch the brown ants
Crawling on the sidewalks
They have come in hordes
Go out, and save your land
They look funny,
They look unclean
They speak in strange tongues
No one should have let them in
You are the chosen one
To save the share of pie
Your brothers look up to you
Stand tall, and be their guide
Go out on the sidewalk
Where the brown ants crawl
Gun gives you the power to decide,
Who will live and who will fall
Squeeze the trigger, fire the shots
See the fear in their eyes
Oh Lord, was it good
To watch the brown ants die!
Deep in the night
When everyone sleeps
You lay awake
Feeling a sense of defeat
You asked Lord\'s forgiveness
For killing them all
Lord said He couldn\'t forgive
It was no sin to make them fall