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They want and get their country back

And start to build a little shack

Up in the woods, along the track

Away from all that they have borne

Away from foreigners and towns

Away from mortarboards and gowns

They scratch a living from the soil

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They grow a tree, they start a blog

They milk the pig, they kill the dog

For weeks and weeks they see no-one

They are so meek their face is gone

They call themselves «the frozen ones»

And they could soon be born again

Dug up like unexploded bombs

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They’re total cocks, they’re all the same

With their apocalyptic brains

They’ve turned their backs on urban life

The multi-culti dream has gone

Don’t call them trash or insular

They may be rash, they may be poor

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They write a pungent little screed against modernity

A manifesto, so it seems, against basic literacy

They cannot use apostrophes, they cannot spell «hypocrisy»

Their manifesto goes unread by everyone except God

They think that man was not designed

To live with men with different minds

They think the world will come to them

They plan hide and bide their time

It starts to rain, they wait for dawn

They know the rest will be along

The day the pure embrace the lure of cabin porn

They want and get their country back

And start to build their little shack

Away from experts and from blacks

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