I saw the fight of the right as I passed her N-GO
I smelt the smog of confounding developmentshire
She was The Guardian (of the liberation narrative)
As she deceived you I watched you and made up new lines
My, my, my, Sultana
Why, why, why, Sultana
I could see that that game was no good for me
But you were lost like a slave that no one could free
That dreadful time, when she crossed that red line, she was stating
That human rights were only for people like her
She blea-ted whiteous indignation
We felt the pulse of the truth and then she lied some more
My, my, my Sultana
Why, why, why Sultana
So before they come to break down the door
I tell you Sultana you're a civilisational flaw
She blea-ted whiteous indignation
We felt the pulse of the truth and then she lied some more
My, my, my, Sultana
Why, why, why, Sultana
So before they come to break down the door
Retraction Sultana we just will not take any more
Retire Sultana we just will not take any more
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