„Go Home“                                                                                  Januar 2007

(Text: Flo, Robin)

 

 

On a street a playing child

With a ball the leather black and white

The skin is black just like the night

It comes the dusk but he doesn`t hide

 

His biggest fear are men with balds

He dreams of them every night in bed

With a knife they cut the ball

And after that the little head

 

Chrous:

Racists go home

Have a problem with yourself

Racists go home

Or just a mistake in your brain

Racists go home

It doesn`t matter,  I can`t help

You aren`t sane

GO HOME !

 

Tell me what can they for their complexion

What did they do that you hate them on this way

Well you’ve got to hear cause I make a suggestion

You go home and they stay !!!

 

Chorus