So leave me I got nothing to sell Losing my eyes in a black hotel But we’re, we are strange We’re structured, colonised Weaponary in its own disguise But we’re, just rearranged You know we can’t always run and hide No we can’t always run and hide We’re conditioned, without reason Can you see into my reptile brain Slate religion or politicians Who campaign against our souls Is this who we are? Is this who we are? Born in a culture Counterfeit to the ones before Well you’re keeping me down, turn me to believe Never getting up with the cats on top And you shimmy to the left Move to the right All jokes aside, are we losing the right to love? When the feels all wrong we don’t put up a fight The lesser of the mob would you kindly step aside Making you roll over Turn against a brother Biasness aside, are we losing the right to love Are we losing the right to love We got a lot We got a lot We got a lot A lot to learn We got a lot We got a lot We got a lot A lot to learn We got a lot, a lot to learn We got a lot, a lot to learn You fuckers!