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Bromham
Put the gun to my head, but I could not pull the trigger
In a while Ill be dead, who would ever miss a nigger
The whites would all smile and say
Another one gone hip – hip hooray
Fire the gun – aim dont miss
End your life – death is bliss
See the sweat on my face, I must never reconsider
In a while Ill be dead, who would ever miss a nigger
The blacks theyd all stand and cry
Should have been a white that ought to die
Fire the gun – aim dont miss
End your life – death is bliss
Listen all, gather round, why dont we all reconsider
Live a life all as one
We will all forgive the sinner
Then well all live together
Black and white and green and yellow
Fire the gun – aim dont miss
End your life – death is bliss