You're lucky you were born, you might not have been,
All people in this world have a right to live,
Your bigotry is hell for the other man; whose colour of skin, by the way, you just might have been.
The racist rambles on to tell what good he's done,
His pride and arrogance has made him smaller,
And so the bigot falls; hypocrisy's black walls cave in on his unworthy head.
(Who) Who are you?
(Are) Bigotry man,
(You) You think you are better then them - you're not.
Men who are not like you are of lower form,
Men who don't look like you should not been born,
The selfish man that hates knows not what is love,
Eventually he live all the things he's said and done.
(Who) Who are you?
(Are) Bigotry man,
(You) You think you are better then them,
Who are you?
Who are you?
Yeah.
The racist rabbles on to tell what good he's done,
His pride and arrogance has made him smaller,
And so the bigot falls; hypocrisy's black walls cave in on his unworthy head.
(Who) Who are you?
(Are) Bigotry man,
(You) You think you are better then them,
(Who) Who are you?
(Are) Bigotry man,
(You) You think you are better then them,
(Who) Who are you?
(Are) Bigotry man,
(You) Better than them,
(Who)
(Are)
(You)
