| A bigot’s life becomes another’s body toll
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| Those words can kill, you hold the blame, ‘cause homophobia creates
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| An atmosphere that feeds into another person’s hidden hate
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| Cause every person who holds hate inside their heart:
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| You are complicit every time the shooting starts
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| If you think you can walk the world a blameless man
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| It doesn’t matter if the gun was in your hand
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| So when you speak perhaps you think that you have the power to save
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| But all you’ve done is justify the ones who’d see us to our grave
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| So when you see all of our bodies on the floor
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| You can give thanks unto your motherfucking lord
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| Every single bigot pastor
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| Ought to know that they’re to blame
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| Every heinous word you preach
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| You ought to know you can’t repay
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| I hope you meet your savior
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| And he won’t let you be saved
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| The hate that’s in your heart
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| Is digging someone else’s grave
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| Every single second
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| That you spend creating hate
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| Is another lie, another life
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| That wasn’t yours to take
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| So if you think your words are harmless
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| Tell that to those who are dead
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| Every time that you say «faggot»
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| Is a bullet through my head
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| Bullet through my
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| Bullet through my
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| Bullet through my
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| Bullet through my head |