Sleight of hand, slight of mind
Slam the door, leave the key inside
With a quick and knowing stare

Like a contest at the fair
You're the winner, you're the loser
You're the chosen, I'm the chooser


Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring


Hen-pecked hypocrite, myself included
Fails to see, my thoughts diluted

With our judgement, and mind polluted
Comes prevention, from seeing who God created
Politics of the mind, feeds the ego of the blind

Who made you the judge of me
Turn away, just let me be
The notion that we're better than them

The ultimate delusional gem
The notion that we're better than them
The ultimate delusional gem


Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring


Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring


Ninety-three million miles
From the earth, the granite boils

Half the heat, half the burn
Scorches those who never learn
Look to Him and you will see

The only judge for you and me
Grace and mercy from His throne
Imparts to those He calls His own

Grace and mercy from His throne
Imparts to those He calls His own