| He was spoken to just to be put down
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| And he was twenty-two when helped off the ground
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| Was beaten black and blue when his color was brown
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| And shining shoes in a dirty town
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| The bigots barely outnumber my regrets
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| As I float around like shit in the Bay
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| The bigot’s barrel’s just another white male melee
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| He’s free to choose but his choices are few
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| The rope is loose but it’s tied in a noose
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| He prays to God in the back of the church pews
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| They won’t pass the plate to the blacks or the Jews
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| The bigots barely outnumber my regrets
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| As I float around like shit in the Bay
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| The bigot’s barrel’s just another white male melee
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| She’s feeling free until he gets a free feel
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| A reeling plea in machismo battlefield
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| «I'm up to my neck in the rawest of raw deals
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| While I’m choking on the B.C. |
| pill»
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| The bigots barely outnumber my regrets
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| As I float around like shit in the Bay
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| The bigot’s barrel’s just another white male melee
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| And it’s just another fucking windy day
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| «I know the rules to know that they’re confused and wrong
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| I’d read my rights it wouldn’t take too long
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| I’ll take an inch, no more is offered to a pawn
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| I wasn’t asked, I will respond!» |