Pecking Order (Live 2002)

Sleight of hand, slight of mind
 Slam the door, leave the key inside
 With a quick and knowing stare
 Like a contest at the fair
 You're the winner, you're the loser
 You're the chosen, I'm the chooser
 Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
 Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring
 Hen-pecked hypocrite, myself included
 Fails to see, my thoughts diluted
 With our judgement, and mind polluted
 Comes prevention, from seeing who God created
 Politics of the mind, feeds the ego of the blind
 Who made you the judge of me
 Turn away, just let me be
 The notion that we're better than them
 The ultimate delusional gem
 The notion that we're better than them
 The ultimate delusional gem
 Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
 Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring
 Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
 Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring
 Ninety-three million miles
 From the earth, the granite boils
 Half the heat, half the burn
 Scorches those who never learn
 Look to Him and you will see
 The only judge for you and me
 Grace and mercy from His throne
 Imparts to those He calls His own
 Grace and mercy from His throne
 Imparts to those He calls His own