The Drinking Jim Crow

I have emotional scars
And I don't understand what your saying
Ah, it's an accomplice of mine
Feeling that something's gonna blow
And watch where you go
I'm the drinking Jim Crow

Ah, did you know a traditional game
And we grow market like a nasty little nation
Drinking from the fire in the well
Extracting all the venom from the snake

Be careful you know
I'm the drinking Jim Crow
And the blessings bestowed
And the costumes be clothes
And the master of races
And the stunned counted faces
And the killing of time
I'm the drinking Jim Crow
Better look where you go
Better look where you go