People, don't adjust your pedestal height

Glaring down, glaring down

Three floors from the top and killing to rise

Glaring down, glaring down


People, don't adjust your stereotypes,

They're the grounds you built your country on,

“No black in the flag†- no light in their eyes,

Glaring down, glaring down


Love and life and all its creatures

There's love and life and all these creatures


People don't avert your merry-go-eyes

Simon said it so it must be right

Strings drawn, drawn back.
Make the boy look good.

We'll see about that, 

We all cry wolf then we shovel it back
So we'll see about that

There's love and life and all its creatures

In love and life there's all these creatures