From filthy little heathens?
(Here's what you get when the races are diverse)
Their skin's a hellish red
They're only good when dead
"They're vermin" as I said and worse
They're savages! Savages!
Savages! Savages! Drive them from our shore!
They're not like you and me
Which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war!
They're savages! Savages!
Now we sound the drums of war!
The only thing they feel at all is greed
I wonder if they even bleed
They're savages! Savages!
Savages! Savages! Killers at the core
They're different from us
Which means they can't be trusted
We must sound the drums of war
They're savages! Savages!
First we deal with this one
Then we sound the drums of war
Let's go kill a few, men!
Now we sound the drums of war!