Lyrics Bad To The Bonehead - Белый рабочий класс

Someone coming down the mountains
Someone left the steppes
A tough selection is underway
Who our children will grow up with.
Children of the White Workers,
Our earth is the soul
Even in your area
Do not go out into the yard without a knife.

Without Race, "class" is an empty word,
And everything is clearer now:
We must revive again
White working class!

Without Race, "class" is an empty word,
And everything is clearer now:
We must revive again
White working class!

Arrivals stick together
We are divided.
Soon in the woods or land
We will be squeezed out of the country.
The human rights activist howls:
"Everyone has enough jobs,"
And the "guests" redeem everything
Behind the porch entrance.

Without Race, "class" is an empty word,
And everything is clearer now:
We must revive again
White working class!

Without Race, "class" is an empty word,
And everything is clearer now:
We must revive again
White working class!

Without Race, "class" is an empty word,
And everything is clearer now:
We must revive again
White working class!

Without Race, "class" is an empty word,
And everything is clearer now:
We must revive again
White working class!