Paroles B.I.G.O.T. de Ike Reilly

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Textes et Paroles de B.I.G.O.T.




Pour the old wine, from a new skin
take your loose talk and spread it on a wheat thin
I heard the news, that you're the next big thing
they breed in Switzerland. they know from modeling

You gotta breed a better bigot for the band
You gotta breed a better bigot for the band
You gotta breed a better bigot
gotta stick your head in it
get the sparkle in the finish
and breed a better bigot for the band

Back at the art school, they speak in pastels
they draw in present tense, they drink from ink wells
he was a loner, he moved like a nursery rhyme
smelled like dirty hair and art school turpentine
once at a truck stop, I read the good news
it turned my old boots, it gave me new views
it turned my dead fish, into bisqwik
fry my chicken into some kind of pacifist
I'll take the anti-freeze,
you get the jerk beef
I'll get the rolaids,
you get some relief
I bought a cassette,
a compilation
it was Carrottop and Richard Petty back by operation, sayin

breed a better bigot for the band
You gotta breed a better bigot for the band
You gotta breed a better bigot
gotta stick your head in it
get the sparkle in the finish
and breed a better bigot for the band

Took my money to the banks for display
stood on a river bridge and waited for a jetstream
tossed my cash, watched my fortune blow away
all alone on a holiday
As my cash blows, as my luck goes
as my peace grows, as my priest knows
that my god shows, up in some strange clothes
and how it feels so, unpredictable
lookin down the river for a tree to call a casket
saw a baby in the water, floatin in a basket
he was a salesmen, god how he closed me
he never knew me, god how he knows me
dry scales fly in the Illinois wind
from that big fat fish that just flopped in

You couldn't breed a better bigot for the band
You couldn't breed a better bigot for the band
You couldn't breed a better bigot
if you stuck your head in it
get the sparkle in the finish
and breed a better bigot for the band

I'm part of nothing, I wish I was though
part of something bigger than myself now
I'm part of nothing, I wish I was though
part of something bigger than myself now
I'm part of nothing, I wish I was though
part of something bigger than myself now
I'm part of nothing, I wish I was though
part of something bigger than myself now

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