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The critic could tell you the price of everything

While knowing the value of nothing at all

The hypocrite could tell you how it all should be

But his whole life, he's been living a lie

The preacher speaks a sermon of truth and God

While living a life of mortality and sin

The beggar complains of all his misfortunes

But he'll spend his last penny on the bottle

The politician speaks of honesty and prosperity

While corruption gives him a mansion and all

And Born-Agains tell how their life's in God's hands

But it's only an excuse for their wrongs

The lover will tell you how he's a one-woman man

But who's in his bed when that one woman's gone

And the man with all his worldly possessions

May condemn the tramp for selling her body

But keep this is mind, his sin's far worse

For he's the one who sold his soul

And we condemn the dreamers and idealists for surreal beliefs

Telling them how they ignore all life's problems

But we fail to see that without them

How would we ever move forward

While somewhere a single mom in the ghetto gives birth to a baby girl

All she asks for is a helping hand

But give her a fighting chance, we'd rather not

And there are those in search of change and equality

But we know them only as rebels and radicals

There are those in search of fame and glory

But we worship only perversion and crime

We praise the man who made it out of his old town

Ignore that he's running from his past

Ignore that he's ashamed of his roots

We meet with our unions and strike

Whatever happened to working hard for a dollar

We condemn those who commit wrongs before us

While looking the other way instead of facing our own

We preach out loud how all are created equal

But somehow it's not the case if your skin's a different shade than mine

Imagine a world so much different than this

Where people don't wear these covering veils

Can you picture a world with pride instead of shame

Where people really are what they seem