you hit the street
you feel them staring
you know they hate you you can feel their eyes a glarin'
because you're different
because you're free
because you're everything deep down they wish they could be
you're lookin back they're lookin back
too many people lookin back
you're lookin back they're lookin back
too many people lookin back
they watch the news
see young men dying
they watch them bleedin' and listen to them lyin'
and if they're normal if they can see
they just reach out and change the channel on the tv
when they could vote
and end the war
they're much too busy fittin' locks upon the back door
give you a foxhole
a place to hide
cause when the war come the cops'll be on their side