My, My, My Sultana

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