Bigots Barrel — текст песни (Swingin` Utters)

He was spoken to just to be put down. He was 22 when helped off the ground. Beaten black and blue when his color was brown and shining shoes in a dirty town. (Chorus) The bigots barely outnumber my regrets (in the month of May) as I float around like shit in the Bay. The bigot`s barrel just another white male melee (it`s just another fucking windy day)

He`s free to choose but his choices are few. The rope is loose but it`s tied in a noose. He prays to God in the back of the church pews. They won`t pass the plate to the blacks or the jews. (Chorus) She`s feeling free until "he" gets a free feel. A reeling plea in machismo battlefield. "I`m up to my neck in the rawest of raw deals. While I`m choking on the B.C. pill" (Chorus) "I know the rules to know that they`re confused and wrong. I`d read my rights it wouldn`t take too long. I`ll take an inch, no more is offered to a pawn. I wasn`t asked, I will respond!" (Bonnel/Wickersham)