This is where the party ends
I can’t stand here listening to you and your racist friend
I know politics bore you
but I feel like a hypocrite talking to you and your racist friend
It was the loveliest party that I’ve ever attended
If anything was broken, I’m sure it could be (a)mended
My head can’t tolerate this bobbing and pretending
Listening to some bullethead and the madness that (s)he’s saying
This is where the party ends
I can’t stand here listening to you and your racist friend
I know politics bore you
but I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
You and your racist friend
(x2)
Out from the kitchen to the bedroom to the hallway
Your friend apologized, ‘cause (s)he could see it my way
(S)he let the contents of the bottle do the thinking
Can’t shake the devil’s hand and say you’re only kidding
(with apologies to They Might Be Giants)