The Trashing of the Car lyrics
The Trashing of the Car
Running away, nigger?
I am going to find a policeman.
If anyone touches my car before I return, he will answer to Coalhouse.
Tell him Fire Chief Will Conklin sends his regards!
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON
We must exhibit patience.
Self-control. Forbearance. And dwell above hatred and acts of cruelty.
Come on, fellas, let's roll her into the pond and see if she floats!
Come on, Coalhouse. Come on. It doesn't matter.
[Thanks to Stephanie Safko for lyrics]
Last Update: December, 05th 2013