i was sitting in basil's with a friend and coffee  thinking the world a fine place to be  when the man on my right got up to leave  and left a little piece of his mind with me  he said, "faggots like you should be put in asylums"  now tell me, who takes the blame  for his being scared, so unaware  that he would fire his fear without an ounce of shame  whatever happened to love thy neighbour?  nothing more than a worn out cliché  are all men created equal or has this too become passé?  you don't need to open your mouth for me to read your lips  i can follow the language displayed on your finger tip  they don't look before they leap  they don't think before they speak  they just sharpen their tongues on you and me  spit poison darts between perfect teeth  you've   got to take it from the source  look at where it's coming from  you're got to take it from the source  they're only wasted words on me  i guess i just don't measure up  strayed from the straight and narrow road  so you lock me up, throw away the key  'cause i don't live by your dress code  that's ok, i've heard it before  you can open the wound i feel no pain  i don't need an armour suit  you're the one with the ball and chain  -chorus-