Your Blood is So Pure

You wake up in the morning
And play with some new Dark toy
And prance around like a git
Because you're a Malfoy.

Does your mother always look
Like something died under her nose?
Or is it just when she's with you
That her disdain shows?

Because your blood is so pure
It makes you so sure
You're so much better than us
But you're so immature
'Cause when Purebloods are through
It'll be us and not you
At the end of the war
Mixed blood will endure.

Only Slytherins would care
If your blood is here or there
I'd rather mix with Mudbloods
Than be a millionaire

Your hair looks like it's slicked down with glue
When you see a Hippogriff, you scream like a girl
Just like every time that we see you
We have to hold back the instinct, the instinct to hurl

Because your blood is so pure
It makes you so sure
You're so much better than us
But you're so immature
Cause when Purebloods are through
It'll be us and not you
At the end of the war
Mixed blood will endure.