Little white boy. He had a black friend. They played kick the can. Cowboys and indians. . And they were gonna be the best of friends. They were gonna be together until the end.
Clenched fists of proud nationalists. Keep your prejudiced conscience blind. The paranoid dreams of fascist regimes. Running wild in your mind. On their knees minorities start to crawl.
On a beach twenty yards from the roadside. Back again 6 AM far from sleep. Must be 290 blue on the water. It's gray to me 3 CV is all I see. . Green can only hold you in the garden.