GOODBYE HARRY LYRICS

"Picking Teams"

You feel the white breath. It licks you up and down. Breath of the enemies pollute your happy town. You bought the nightmare tales of babies born in sin, ancient frustrations fables brought to life again. God I can't believe that you're so scared. Need a billion things to feel prepared. Need to know that you're the chosen best of us all. How dull. Too petrified to face your insignificance. If you could see the truth I know you'd shit your pants. That no one deserves to be proud at birth, no it takes work. And who asked you anyhow, you loud mouthed Nazi jerk? But I know you're gonna tell me why I am such a truly lucky guy. Gonna swear to God that we are kin. Blah blah blah again. Why can't you leave me out when you're picking teams? Cross town they're telling me, by virtue of my skin. That I inherit shame for centuries of sin. Don't tell me who my people are. I'm not scared to be alone. A billion so called relatives and not one I've ever known. God I can't believe you're so scared. Need a billion thugs to feel prepared. Need to know that I am one of them. I'm the worst, the cursed. Why can't you leave me out when you're picking teams?

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