— We must not train terrorists.
— Rebels.
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Only a damn fool can expect the people of one tradition to feel at ease when their country is flooded with hordes of foreigners who—whether equal, superior, or inferior biologically—are so antipodal in physical, emotional, and intellectual makeup that harmonious coalescence is virtually impossible
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Your time is comin'
So you be ready
To show the world to rock 'n' roll
We'll show them feelin'
We'll send them reelin'
They'll know we've got the music in our
control
We'll be in our glory
We'll stand tall ruling over the land
We'll live forever
And then we'll never
Give up the power once it's in our hands
So 'til our day has come, baby
I want you all to raise your battle cry
The day of the rock-rock-rock-rocker
Ahhh, ain't nobody gonna stop us now
Let's go
Rock-rock-rock-rocker!
I wanna tell ya 'bout it
A time is comin'
Just 'round the corner
We don't have very long to go
When we'll be stronger
Our days will be longer
It's comin' soon it might be tomorrow
Can't you feel the power
It's all around and deep down inside
Our numbers growin'
Soon we'll be showin'
We've got the right to rule
We won't be denied
So raise your hands in the air
And I want you to tell the world all about
The day of the rock-rock-rock-rocker
There's a feelin' that I get from nothin' else and there ain't nothin' in the world
That makes me go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Turn the power up
I've waited for so long so I could hear my favorite song so,
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
When it's like this I feel the music shootin' through me
There's nothin' else that I would rather do.