Somewhere inside your empty head  You think you're working-class  But you corrupt the whole idea  With your "white aryan pride"  Solidarity to you,   The word is just a curse  An illusion in your world  Where only the strong survive    Everything is alright,   You may have your "white aryan war"  Everything is alright,   But you will be the first ones to go!     A job for real men a job for real saints  A world for real men a world for real saints    Everything is alright,   You may have your "white aryan war"  Everything is alright,   But you will be the first ones to go!     A job for real men a job for real saints...