Childhood near whites with money Close to the running pack Uniformity cut and cut into my back You wouldn't hear them say You can't be gay But it was just so safe to assume that'd it never really be ok They breathe, they breathe in a comfort marred in hate Watching good ol' boys buy into a southern state The explicit bigotry of the powers that be With the gaul to ignore a dismantling of history So ignorant You, you, the bourgeois The housewife unkowingly perpetuating her mother's bigotry The husband racism, the vile inheritance A baton handoff hidden in daylight for my old friends For a sense of normalcy, for comfort, for convenience The hypocrisy! This horrible country, the things we tolerate Your people running it accepting money with no interest in love