The Age of Vulture Culture

Take all my honour and throw me away Spit on me, tell me I do not belong here Haunt me and make me run for my life Set my home on fire and burn it down to ash Meet my eyes or look away now No love is hiding behind those words I beg 'cause of exclusion And dream a distant dream Where insensibility is history Let us love, let us be Release and set us free To find us a place to call our own Once a thought in a mind Now it's labelled genocide To find us a place to call our home Fight for a place to call our own You give me nothing more than just lies Wrapped up in those beautiful words Haunt me and make me a fugitive searching for dignity They say, "You've got yourself to blame" Take my hand or turn away now Tell a story so they can hear For those who run because of persecution And dream a distant dream Where insensibility is history Let us love, let us be Release and set us free To find us a place to call our own Once a thought in a mind Now it's labelled genocide To find us a place to call our home Fight for a place to call our own Now sleep, the world I know is callous They blame the people they don't know Awake in times of deception And dream a distant dream Where insensibility is history Let us love, let us be Release and set us free To find us a place to call our own Once a thought in a mind Now it's labelled genocide To find us a place to call our home Fight for a place to call our own And then find us a place to call our home Fight for a place to call our own