Speak softly and call me a walking stereotype.
Follow my heart and ensure I don't live up to the hype.
I'm just enjoying the symphony of mistaken names.
I can pull my brain out for you and play forsaken games.
But I'm still just a bigot with lenient values.
Even when I win I know that I can't not lose.
If god is black and I am a man, then what is this, the Ku Klux Klan?
If China attacked, and winter fell upon us, where would the power be thrust?
If I fall into your eyes, and wake up in bed, I can assume you were dead.
But leave me now, I'm still just a bigot lacking intolerance.
But find me now, I can't bleed this one out
But leave me now, the world is just as cruel as last year,
But find me now, the few have become the many I fear.
If I despise and spit out my lies
A fireman will come to take out my eyes.
If I confuse and blatantly refuse,
A taboo pharmaceutical replaced by booze.
Stop and reverse once more to try and rehearse the things I will say
when I get down and pray that my regime won't overlook my ways.
Carry a big stick and call me the walking stereotype.
Coax me into failure and I'll deliver the fruit that is ripe.
I'm just enjoying the symphony once more before my daily epiphany.
I'll never be who I once was, never the same as I can't control the way I change.
