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 head, 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