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He's A Philistine

from Bigots Under My Bed by Bigots

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I met him at a party
I swallowed mouthfuls of disdain
"You look like a musician" he said
Well I just smiled and turned away
With his braids and his multicoloured eyes
I could feel his emptiness inside
I met a boy who spoke in tongues
He cursed me in a gibberish slang
I freaked and I called my mum
I said the antichrist had come
He stole my seat
And did not care

What do I say?
My life had stranger days

He walked up to the middle
Standing in each person's way
"Do you wanna see me dance" he said
Well no one wanted to say yes
The idols that he claimed to have
Would haunt some people to their grave

What do I say?
My life had stranger days

You are just the kind of man that pays for bread
When the people on your street just bake instead

You are just the kind of man that pays for bread
When the people on your street just bake instead

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from Bigots Under My Bed, released January 14, 2021

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