and come out prattling of Plato and Einstein in sixty different jargons.
Poppies in France grow from your blood and flesh . . . San Juan hill knows the victorious tread of black feet . . . but here the story ends.
String 'em up in Alabama . . . burn 'em in the hot-seat in Georgia . . . give a cop a bonus for everyone he kills . . . kick 'em till they're down, mister, then kick 'em again for fallin' . . . they're black and they won't fight back."
Choir
"Come on
Black man
Grab your hat
Let's get goin'
MMMMmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmMMMMM"
Voice
"Arm your Christ with a shotgun . . . hire six attorneys to work with Jehovah . . . teach your priests how to uppercut . . . if David had slung a prayer and a hymn Goliath would have chalked up another win.
Sure, we all know there's one of you to nine of them so try to win sitting down . . . but if that won't work let 'em have it, buddy . . . you can't live forever anyhow!"
