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The Dead Milkmen

We Are (Clearly Not) The Master Race

 

We Are (Clearly Not) The Master Race

(album: Quaker City Quiet Pills - 2023)


We can run away faster than you
And cry the loudest when we lose
We are the best at blaming the Jews, yeah
We're clearly not the master race

Sitting in my basement, checking my cursor
To web sites paid for by Bob Mercer
You say our grammar's bad, well yours is... worser!
We're clearly not the master race, I said

We're clearly not the master race
A little bit slow, we can't keep up with the pace
We're clearly not the master race
I mowed the lawn, so get off of my case!

You might think we're not very smart
Because we move our lips when we read Breitbart
Is that Steve Bannon, or just a dog fart?
We're clearly not the master race

I just want to make America great
So I think of Don Jr. when I masturbate.
I just shout because I can't debate
We're clearly not the master race, I said

We're clearly not the master race
A little bit slow, we can't keep up with the pace
We're clearly not the master race
I took out the garbage, so get off of my case!

Billy, your hot dog is ready!

Not now, Mom, I'm engaged in an online war with Zogggg!

Oh, you and your video games

Not a video game, Mom! These are the zionist scoundrels who kidnapped Dad!

For the last time, Billy, your father has not been kidnapped. He's outside in the garden.

That's not Dad, Mom! That is a crisis actor paid for by George Soros
He's out there performing abortions and gay marriages
Take the red pill, Mom, take the red pill!

Okay, Billy

We're clearly not the master race
We're a little bit slow, we can't keep up with the pace
We're clearly not the master race
I looked for a job, so get off of my case!

We're clearly not the master race
A little bit slow, we can't keep up with the pace
We're clearly not the master race
Even Girl Scouts punch us in the face!

Billy, your hot dog's getting cold!

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