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
  
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   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