Cheyenne Songtext

von Good Riddance

N infant reared on hatred
Never learns to hold diversity inviolate
While so called moralists proclaim
They've got the test to monitor the ways our love's expressed
So just think it through
Hatred is the stillborn child of ignorance and boredom
Such a narrow view means seeds of tolerance are sown
By those who can't afford them
What will you do
It's not too late for you to change
Your xenophobic point of view
Now your pontifications leave us draped in disbelief
Why should we suffer for the fear that's underneath
If we could learn to cherish what sets us apart
Keep love instead of fear within our hearts
So just think it through
Hatred is the stillborn child of ignorance and boredom
Such a narrow view means seeds of tolerance are sown
By those who can't afford them
What will you do
It's not too late for you to change your xenophobic point of view
Big fucking man
Contestant in a freak show
So quick to terrorize
Someone you hardly know
Don't see the pain
When will you realize that love is never wrong
Just learn to empathize