DESCRIPTION:
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