BAD OPTICS

Well, I've been an edge lord since I was a lad
And even saluted an ill-fated flag
But I changed my ways now that I have matured
And I'm happy to say my BAD OPTICS are cured

And it's NO, NAY, NEVER
No nay never no more
we'll display the BAD OPTICS, no never no more

I took a trip back to my old hometown
and lo and behold – the children are brown!
I'm wonderin' where all the white people went
This is the goal of the GREAT REPLACEMENT

And it's NO, NAY, NEVER
No nay never no more
we'll display the BAD OPTICS, no never no moree

We're told we are free, though we run and hide
from the global pan-opticon's unblinking eye
so Boot up the laptop, delete all your memes
Because you are white and you can't be redeemed

And it's NO, NAY, NEVER
No nay never no more
we'll display the BAD OPTICS, no never no more

So stay out of the daylight, keep the flags out of site
But ne'er 'pologize for being FISH BELLY WHITE
Time in the sun and my skin gets scorched
So I'll wait until evening with my tiki torch

And it's NO, NAY, NEVER
No nay never no more
we'll display the BAD OPTICS, no never no more

Our loving rewrite of "Wild Rover" a song widely known as an Irish folk song. Some say it was written in Scotland sometime between A.D. 1100 - A.D. 1550