Lyrics Morrissey – Only A Pawn In Their Game

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

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

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