The Goys of Summer (a /pol/ tribute)

A bastardisation (/pol/ style) of Don Henley’s “The Boys of Summer.”
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*VERSE*
You own every bank.
You even write our laws.
You choke the flow of money with your greedy claws.
Oy Vey! Must be nice to be so comfortable.
Feeding off the rest of us, parasitic fucking Shlomo.

*CHORUS*
Mr. Goldstein, you schemin’, thievin’ scum.
You got your sideburns down and your Yarmulke on, baby.
How many times will you cry “muh 6 million?”
After the Goys of Summer have gone.

*VERSE*
I wonder how it must have felt
When driven out of every land
That you coveted with cold green eyes
And strangled with your scaly hands.
“Victimized, justified, the Merchant is your friend.”
This, every fool believes then gets a back-stab in the end.

*CHORUS*
Mr. Goldstein, rubbin’ your hands with delight.
You try to make me feel guilty ’cause I’m white.
I must now call on the help of Ben Garrison
After the Goys of Summer have gone.

*VERSE*
Out on the road today I saw a Star of David on a Cadillac.
A little voice inside my head sayin’ “/pol/ was right, you can never look back.”
I didn’t understand ’til I took the Red Pill.
Now I can see all you fucking vampiric shills.

*CHORUS*
Mr. Goldstein, you schemin’, thievin’ scum.
You got your sideburns down and your Yarmulke on, baby.
How many times will you cry “6 Gorrillion?”
After the Goys of Summer have gone.

Mr. Goldstein, rubbin’ your hands with delight.
You try to make me feel guilty ’cause I’m white.
I must now call on the help of Ben Garrison
After the Goys of Summer have gone.