WE WANT TO BE NIGGERS WE WANT TO PARTY BLACK HAND CLAP TOGETHER THE MUSIC NEVER STOPS I WANT TO FIND THE PACE THE SPEED OF THE BLACK TRAIN IS DECREASING I WANT TO GO TO THE BLACK NIGHT NOT TO THE BORING COTTON FIELD JOB SOMEBODY PICKS UP MY JEW'S HARP THE DAYS WORRY IS ALREADY VANISHING THE SONG IS ALREADY TRAVELLING IN THE MOONLIGHT THE SOUTHERN NIGHT IS HUGGING ME
WE WANT TO BE NIGGERS WE WANT TO SECRETLY PARTY BLACKS HANDS ARE CLAPPING TOGETHER THE MUSIC NEVER STOPS I WANT TO FIND THE PACE THE SPEED OF THE BLACK TRAIN IS DECREASING THE SWEDISH-SPEAKING FINN RHYTHM TEARS AT US SECRETLY EAT TIGERS A BLACK WOMAN CLIMBS A TREE FILLING HER MOUTH WITH PEANUTS A SONG IS BLARING IN THE CAMP FIRE THE RHYTHM IS ECHOES IN THE JUNGLE
WE WANT TO BE NIGGERS WE WANT TO SECRETLY PARTY THE BLACK HANDS ARE CLAPPING TOGETHER THE MUSIC NEVER STOPS I WANT TO FIND A TRUE BEAT THE SPEED OF THE BLACK TRAIN IS DECREASING A LOUD NOISE IS THUNDERING THE KONGAS DON'T GET A MOMENTS REST THE NIGHT INTENSIFIES A WILD ECSTASY THE BREATH IS AS HOT AS FIRE LEG RISES HANDS ARE CLAPPING OUR BLUES NEVER STOPS WE WANT TO BE NIGGERS WE SECRETLY PARTY
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