(Standing in the sun she shines,
an angel white in God's fair sight.
A saviour true along the lines
of John and Jesus and in their primes).

Smites she evil in the land,
the spreading blight crushed for the Right.
With the Good Book in her hand:
be straight and faithful, her command!

O ye righteous, give her might!
Make a stand to save His Land!
Lift your torches burning bright!
Tonight's the night we spread the light!

(The rebirth of the Ku Klux Klan:
another name, another game,
though widening its scope and span,
according to the Sacred Plan).

March we now to Holy War!
There's naught to fear, the Way is clear.
Anita calls, we go, therefore,
to carve our hate on every door.

Brand the fiends and put them down!
There is no doubt, so cast them out!
Pay no heed to other creeds;
Run them down, we play for keeps!

Peace? We haven't got the time.
If you want Love, then find a dove.
We intend to end the crime
of loving your own gender-kind.

So Jesus said to love not hate.
But did he mean to be unclean?
For Heaven then was out of date,
and none of them sat by His plate!

We'll put an end to liberal tears,
and see the fags do well in Hell.
And just in case you've any fear --
no one here knows any queers!

Except Anita, the reigning Queen
whose Florida fruit juice keeps us loose.
To be believed she must be seen.
Trust me, trust me, she's a scream.

© Chris Frazer, 1978

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