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This song from They Might Be Giants’s third album Flood is about a disappointed partygoer and his outrage directed at someone who allows their racist friend to make offensive comments without interfering.
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended
If anything was broken I'm sure it could be mended
My head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending
Listen to some bullet-head and the madness that he's saying
[Chorus]
This is where the party ends
I'll just sit here wondering how you
Can stand by your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
You and your racist friend
[Trumpet Solo]
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Out from the kitchen to the bedroom to the hallway
Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way
He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking
Can't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding
[Chorus]
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
Your Racist Friend was written by John Linnell & John Flansburgh.
Your Racist Friend was produced by Alan Winstanley & Clive Langer.
They Might Be Giants released Your Racist Friend on Mon Jan 15 1990.
John Flansburgh:
The song is a composite of experiences, and really about the relativistic back-peddling people go through trying to get through this creepy world. This song is really wrapped up in the problem of tacit agreement, and the line ‘Can’t shake the devil’s hand and say you’re only kiddin...