Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

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

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