Out here among the pedestrians
Everyone's friends or at least pretends
With the city people
Who do not kneel beneath nature's steeple
The so called ruling-class
You need a hand honey
They have your ass
And they try to drive a wedge racially
To justify their hateful history
And the other ugly ones
Are gonna curse the other
Just because his brother does
No they
No they won't
No they won't be
No they won't be fooling me
They won't be fooling me now
And the doubting inner voices
That say you do not have any other choices
Those who do not fight so hard
Unless there is injustice in their own backyard
Those who give up on wondering
And believing in the mystery dream of everything
No they
No they won't
No they won't be
No they won't be fooling me
They won't be fooling me now
They won't be fooling me now
Now
Now
Now
