Big Bigger Bigot

to all of you ragheads you niggers and spics
all you zippers and peppers and pakis and kykes
does the sound of the language of venom and spit make you nervous

but it's the hate that's in my belly
and it's the fear that's in my heart
and it's the company I'm keeping that's keeping us apart

you infidels nine-irons long-porks and papists
you hunkies and honkies and beaners and spooks
you hear on the bus and you see in the eyes of your neighbours

but it's the hate that's in my belly
and it's the fear that's in my heart
and it's the company I'm keeping that's keeping us apart

the taunts of the racist don't end with your race
you got fatty and faggot and hippy and blondes
but the words that you spew don't compare to your silent derision

it's the hate that's in my belly
and it's the fear that's in my heart
and it's the company I'm keeping that's keeping us apart

and it's the bricks and bats I'm throwing
will surely bury me at last
and it's the ignorance I'm showing

that keeps us ever down

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