Now you don’t feel welcome
In your own home
Once your (?) went to your kind alone
Now you dont feel safe in
Your sweet home
Double lock every door
They’re down the road
(Instrumental)
You’re the embarassment
Bigots calling for the line number
Feeling lost (?) everything
Bigots calling for the line number
Lyrics as I hear them:
Now you don't feel welcome,
In your own home.
Once all jobs went to your,
Kind alone.
Now you don't feel safe in,
Your sweet home.
Double lock every door,
They're down the road.
You're the embarrassment.
Bigots calling for a lineup murder.
Fearing most everything,
Bigots calling for a lineup murder.