Текст песни Disgrace - The Proclaimers

That old idea you're trying to sell
Is ancient, but it rings a bell
You scrub it and it comes up well
But still smells
You wrap that poison up in lace
And sell it on by the case
You still judge people by their race
You disgrace
In a place far from here
Live people whom you hold dear
Who judge you like you're judging them too
They feed you
The more you say, the more I find
To you hatred is never blind
It's colourful and well defined
In your mind
In a place far from here
Live people whom you hold dear
Who judge you like you're judging them too
They feed you
They feed you
You wrap that poison up in lace
And sell it on by the case
You still judge people by their race
You disgrace
Ah, You disgrace
You disgrace