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
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Okay. Most of the songs they made from this era were not nearly as literal as this one. Nor were any of them as serious. I wonder who the hell they met to have inspired this song. He must have been one hell of an asshole. Now. As far as songs go this is not one of their finest. Perhaps when they tried too hard to write a song with such a literal message they are not in their creative comfort zone. Their best work is when they are creating without anger.
Yes it not their best but not their worst either. They actually have a lot of political stuff on their early albums.
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