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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