I was sitting in Bazil's with a friend and coffee
Thinking the world a fine place to be
When the man on my right got up to leave
And left a piece of his mind with me
He said, "faggots like you should be put in asylums"
Tell me, who takes the blame
For his being scared, so unaware
That he'd fire his fear without an ounce of shame
Whatever happened to love thy neighbor?
Nothing more than a worn out cliché
Are all men created equal or has this too become passé?
You don't need to open your mouth for me to read your lips
I can follow the language displayed on your finger tip
They don't look before they leap
And they don't think before they speak
They just sharpen their tongues on you and me
Spit poison darts between perfect teeth
You've got to take it from the source
And look at where it's coming from
You're got to take it from the source
They're only wasted words on me
I guess I just don't measure up
Strayed from the straight and narrow road
So you lock me up, throw away the key
'Cause I don't live by your dress code
Well that's okay, I've heard it before
You can open the wound I feel no pain
I don't need an armor suit
'Cause you're the one with the ball and chain
And they don't look before they leap
And they don't think before they speak
They just sharpen their tongues on you and me
Spit poison darts between perfect teeth
You've got to take it from the source
And look at where it's coming from
You're got to take it from the source
They're only wasted words on me
And they don't look before they leap
And they don't think before they speak
They just sharpen their tongues on you and me
Spit poison darts between perfect teeth
You've got to take it from the source
And look at where it's coming from
You're got to take it from the source
They're only wasted words
