Les bigotes (gyvai 1964 m.)

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They grow old in little steps They turn from lions into little pets The Bigoted And they age even faster Confusing love with holy water Like all the bigoted 

If I was the devil watching them I think I’d have myself castrated If I was god hearing them pray I think I’d lose my faith Because they’re bigoted 

They progess in little steps As they confess, and they confess The bigoted The gossip and they bitch Until my ears begin to hiss The bigoted 

They dress in black just like the priest Who’s too friendly with the bad kids They’re bigots with lowered eyes And they think that god hides behind the lids Of the Bigoted 

On weekday nights after work We see the labourers return But not the bigoted Because they’re deep down inside their homes Trying not to have fun The bigoted 

Yes they prefer to shrivel up From church to church, to mass to mass And they’re totally proud to keep their diamond up their ass The bigoted 

And they die in little steps And slowly pile up into little heaps The bigoted And we carry then to the graveyard In the early morning cold The bigoted 

And in the heavens that don’t exist The angels create a paradise And with a halo, and two small In tiny steps they fly The bigoted