Some people search for the holy grail   Run round in circles and chase their own tails   But you can't really blame them for clutching at straws   For weeding some truth in our morals and laws      Some people say that revolution will descend    On this madness end this confusion   But we've all heard the privileged boast and preach   And the promised land we want is still out of reach      I once knew a man who wore self-righteousness   Like a medal on his inflated chest   He hated all people for breaking his rules   Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools      He lived like a king in his castle of stone    And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home    He knew all the right words and who to defend   And would be with conviction the working mans friend       Chorus      Contaminated minds play judge and jury too   But contaminated minds are blind to truth   Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice   But not everybody has the luxury of choice