Intolerance

Smear the blood of intolerance

Up against the wall

And there shall come the bigots

To help prevent its fall

So smear it                             (Smear it, smear it, smear it)

And casually watch it dry

Smear the blood of intolerance

Up against the door

Smile wide with the knife at your side

And hear the bigots roar

And smear it                         (Smear it, smear it, smear it)

Casually watch it dry.

Listen close and hear the screams

Of hurting bullies torturing teens

Listen close and hear the roar

Of bigots breaking down the door

Listen close; as it seems

There’s more to this than just one scene

Open your eyes and hear the cries

Of youth giving in to all the lies

Open your eyes and see the pickets

Words, of us, bringing down the bigots

Open your eyes and once again

You can never know where someone’s been

Smear it!                 (Smear it, smear it, smear it)

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Smear the blood of intolerance

In the window frame

And watch them try to hurt you

As you climb your way to fame

Just smear it                          (Smear it, smear it, smear it)

And casually watch it dry

Watch the blood of intolerance

Glisten from the veins

As the “wise” cry out in anguish

And writhe in the pool in pain

And smear it                         (Smear it, smear it, smear it x6)

Red and brown

Purple and black

Once you’ve killed it

You can never go back

Never. Go. Back.