They Might Be Giants - Your Racist Friend Lyrics

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Your Racist Friend

Your Racist Friend Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Your Racist Friend By They Might Be Giants?
This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you And your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you And your racist friend It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended If anything was broken I'm sure it could be mended My head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending Listen to some bullet-head and the madness that he's saying This is where the party ends I'll just sit here wondering how you Can stand by your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you You and your racist friend This is where the party ends I can't stand here listening to you And your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you And your racist friend Out from the kitchen to the bedroom to the hallway Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking Can't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding This is where the party ends I can't stand here listening to you And your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you And your racist friend |
Who Wrote Your Racist Friend By They Might Be Giants?
John Flansburgh, John Linnell
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What's The Duration Of The Your Racist Friend By They Might Be Giants?The duration of Your Racist Friend is 2:54 minutes and seconds. |
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