Racism feeds in the hearts of the weak
Fanatics they won't find the god that they seek
Your heads full of fear you're living in the past
It's survival of the fittest and your kind won't last
Its hard to have hope in this day and age
Surrounded by morons with no brains
Good for you you've got your beliefs
Stick to your guns and have it out in the street
I wont be my fathers son
I've gotta have hope I'm not the only one
Choke on the gunsmoke
Give your life for god
When It's all said and done no one will applaud