(Sting/Stewart Copeland)
He goes out at night with his big boots on
None of his friends know right from wrong

The kick a boy to death 'cause he don't belong
You've got to humanise yourself


A policeman put on his uniform
He'd like to have a gun just to keep him warm
Because violence here is a social norm

You've got to humanise yourself

Rehumanise yourself

Rehumanise yourself
Rehumanise yourself
Rehumanise yourself


I work all day at the factory
I'm building a machine that's not for me

There must be a reason that I can't see
You've got to humanise yourself


Billy's joined the National Front
He always was (just) a little runt
He's got his hand in the air with the other cunts

You've got to humanise yourself

Rehumanise yourself

Rehumanise yourself
Rehumanise yourself
Rehumanise yourself


I work all day at the factory
I'm building a machine that's not for me

There must be a reason that I can't see
You've got to humanise yourself


A policeman put on his uniform
He'd like to have a gun just to keep him warm
Because violence here is a social norm

You've got to humanise yourself

Rehumanise yourself...

(to fade)