The Bigot's Way
Was walking the main street lights
Holding my love with our hands held tight
Some local boys they got scared
'Cause a love like ours ain't the same as theirs
No worries we mean no harm
But rage it burns like a red hot iron
Pace quickened tryin' to escape
With a baseball bat to the head I'd take
How you livin' with this hatred
How can you see when your eyes are holdin' closed
How's your heart even beatin' in this darkness
Lord how you even breathe it's hard to say
When you live and die the bigot's way
Some other main street at night
A young man feelin' good livin' his best life
These local kids asked his name
And what he's doin' up here and from where he came
He answered his nerves held in
But he knew this was nothin' but the color of his skin
A circle they blocked him there
Then a fist to his belly and a vacant stare
How you livin' with this hatred
How can you see when your eyes are holdin' closed
How's your heart even beatin' in this darkness
Lord how you even breathe it's hard to say
When you live and die the bigot's way
My grandpa I could have sworn
Sent the Nazis runnin' from the steps of Bastogne
But somehow they still live on
With the same flags waivin' but a different gun
Gas chambers and mass tombs
Were once liberated by the Allied troops
Nobody seems to recall
Just took a mad man's words to start it all
How you livin' with this hatred
How can you see when your eyes are holding closed
How's your heart even beatin' in this darkness
Lord how you even breathe it's hard to say
When you live and die the bigot's way
Holding my love with our hands held tight
Some local boys they got scared
'Cause a love like ours ain't the same as theirs
No worries we mean no harm
But rage it burns like a red hot iron
Pace quickened tryin' to escape
With a baseball bat to the head I'd take
How you livin' with this hatred
How can you see when your eyes are holdin' closed
How's your heart even beatin' in this darkness
Lord how you even breathe it's hard to say
When you live and die the bigot's way
Some other main street at night
A young man feelin' good livin' his best life
These local kids asked his name
And what he's doin' up here and from where he came
He answered his nerves held in
But he knew this was nothin' but the color of his skin
A circle they blocked him there
Then a fist to his belly and a vacant stare
How you livin' with this hatred
How can you see when your eyes are holdin' closed
How's your heart even beatin' in this darkness
Lord how you even breathe it's hard to say
When you live and die the bigot's way
My grandpa I could have sworn
Sent the Nazis runnin' from the steps of Bastogne
But somehow they still live on
With the same flags waivin' but a different gun
Gas chambers and mass tombs
Were once liberated by the Allied troops
Nobody seems to recall
Just took a mad man's words to start it all
How you livin' with this hatred
How can you see when your eyes are holding closed
How's your heart even beatin' in this darkness
Lord how you even breathe it's hard to say
When you live and die the bigot's way
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Writer(s): Timothy Reynolds
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