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! colspan="2" | MORRISSEY Song | |||
|- | |||
| Name | |||
| {{{Name |<span class="unknown">Only A Pawn In Their Game</span>}}} | |||
|- | |||
| Album/Single | |||
| {{{Album |<span class="unknown">[[California Son]]</span>}}}{{ | |||
#if:{{{Track |}}} | |||
| <span class="small"> ({{{Track}}})</span> | |||
}} | |||
|- | |||
| Length | |||
| {{{Length |<span class="unknown">3:46</span>}}} | |||
|- | |||
| Recorded | |||
| {{{Recorded |<span class="unknown">Fall 2018</span>}}} | |||
|- | |||
| Writer | |||
| {{{Writer |<span class="unknown">Bob Dylan</span>}}} | |||
|- | |||
| Producer | |||
| {{{Producer |<span class="unknown">[[Joe Chiccarelli]]</span>}}} | |||
|} | |||
== Lyrics == | |||
{{lyrics | | |||
A bullet from the back of a bush | |||
Took Medgar Evers' blood | |||
A finger fired the trigger to his name | |||
A handle hid out in the dark | |||
A hand set the spark | |||
Two eyes took the aim | |||
Behind a man's brain | |||
But he can't be blamed | |||
He's only a pawn in their game | |||
A South politician preaches to the poor white man | |||
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain | |||
You're better than them, you been born with white skin, " they explain | |||
And the Negro's name | |||
Is used, it is plain | |||
For the politician's gain | |||
As he rises to fame | |||
And the poor white remains | |||
On the caboose of the train | |||
But it ain't him to blame | |||
He's only a pawn in their game | |||
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid | |||
And the marshals and cops get the same | |||
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool | |||
He's taught in his school | |||
From the start by the rule | |||
That the laws are with him | |||
To protect his white skin | |||
To keep up his hate | |||
So he never thinks straight | |||
'Bout the shape that he's in | |||
But it ain't him to blame | |||
He's only a pawn in their game | |||
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks | |||
And the hoofbeats pound in his brain | |||
And he's taught how to walk in a pack | |||
Shoot in the back | |||
With his fist in a clinch | |||
To hang and to lynch | |||
To hide 'neath the hood | |||
To kill with no pain | |||
Like a dog on a chain | |||
He ain't got no name | |||
But it ain't him to blame | |||
He's only a pawn in their game | |||
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught | |||
They lowered him down as a king | |||
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one | |||
That fired the gun | |||
He'll see by his grave | |||
On the stone that remains | |||
Carved next to his name | |||
His epitaph plain | |||
Only a pawn in their game | |||
}} | |||
{{CommonSongSections | Artist = Morrissey | Song = {{#replace:{{#replace:{{PAGENAME}}| (single)|}}| (song)|}}}} |
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