Rain Blame

The foreigners are making it rain 
(they’re also taking our jobs) 
I know for every inch of my cane 
there’s a drop made by slobs

It’s true: look at the road
Do you see the all the puddles? 
They lead to the mosque — it’s code 
The foreigners are making mud hills

of our democracy, our way of life 
with their devil worship ways 
they can cut a cloud with a knife 
They can kill the Queen in a magic blaze!

The foreigners bring bad weather 
They’ll take our jobs if we don’t stick together.

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