Are your spells better when your blood is pure?
I  didn’t think so
Can  your family tree cast like Hermione?
I didn’t think so

But here you are repeating that old pureblood line
As  if magic were some kind of property
That  one could own and another could thieve
As if your lot improves as another’s aggrieved

Sometimes  purity is a source of corrosion
Just like iron in a cauldron
A dark potion rusting out through the bottom
It always finds the lowest point

These  pureblood identity politics
Are nothing more than arrogance
A rally point for a supporter set
That’s afraid of everything

The Ministry’s full of spineless employees
They hate their boss but they’re still publishing these pureblood screeds
Complicity upholding this puppet regime
Tearing families apart under a facade of peace

But there she goes and her cat Patronus glows
Enforcing her twisted laws for a messed up cause
On a power trip with a hot locket
Croaking genetic lies out like a hypocrite
Sometimes purity can coexist with squalor and filth
Just like Marvolo and Morfin
Clinging desperately to jewelry and genealogy
And a life devoid of happiness

There ain’t no pureblood supremacy
That’s just a stupid ideology
There ain’t no pureblood supremacy
That’s just a stupid ideology
There ain’t no pureblood supremacy
That’s just a stupid ideology
There ain’t no pureblood supremacy
That’s just a stupid ideology
There ain’t no pureblood supremacy
That’s just a stupid ideology