It must be hard to lose a crown you never really earned
To flunk out of the lessons that you somehow never learned
To have to bear the crosses that we won’t forget you burned
To have your ivory powers be so impudently spurned

You poor racist, what will you do
Nobody wants to put up with you
Your excuses just don’t ring true
Nobody wants to hear it from you

I hope we’re not too callous to the loss that you’ve endured
But time has come to flush out all the poison that you’ve stirred
You cry “free speech” but honey you’ve been far too often heard
And all you really want is that you have the final word

You poor racist, what will you do
Nobody wants to put up with you
Your excuses just don’t ring true
Nobody wants to hear it from you

If life’s been truly bad to you that sucks
But now you’ve gone and fanned a shameful flame
That’s not OK, we’re giving zero fucks
We dare call out your attitude by name

You poor racist, what will you do
Nobody wants to put up with you
Your excuses just don’t ring true
Nobody wants to hear it from you
You poor racist, what will you do
We’re rising up to stand up to you
Your excuses just don’t ring true
Nobody wants to hear it from
You poor racist, we’re done with you