Tourniquet - Pecking Order Lyrics
Pecking Order Lyrics
Slam the door, leave the key insideWith a quick and knowing stareLike a contest at the fairYou're the winner, you're the loserYou're the chosen, I'm the chooserToo fat, too poor, too black, too pureToo white, too foreign, too smart, too boringHen-pecked hypocrite, myself includedFails to see, my thoughts dilutedWith our judgement, and mind pollutedComes prevention, from seeing who God createdPolitics of the mind, feeds the ego of the blindWho made you the judge of meTurn away, just let me beThe notion that we're better than themThe ultimate delusional gemThe notion that we're better than themThe ultimate delusional gemToo fat, too poor, too black, too pureToo white, too foreign, too smart, too boringToo fat, too poor, too black, too pureToo white, too foreign, too smart, too boringNinety-three million milesFrom the earth, the granite boilsHalf the head, half the burnScorches those who never learnLook to Him and you will seeThe only judge for you and meGrace and mercy from His throneImparts to those He calls His ownGrace and mercy from His throneImparts to those He calls His own
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