Songtext:
One
Is it alright
To say that you don't
Like any kind but your own kind
Two
Is it ok
Your claim to fame
When your claim is lame
Well if one is alright
And two is not
Where's the limit and who's to judge
But if you know
Practice what you preach
There's choices to be made
Who's to judge
Who's to judge
It's a hardcore job
Who's to blame
Who's to not
It's a hardcore job
You say you know
'bout right and wrong
You say it makes great sense
So take the seat
And practice what you preach
There's choices to be made
Choices to be made
Is it alright
To say that you don't
Like any kind but your own kind
Two
Is it ok
Your claim to fame
When your claim is lame
Well if one is alright
And two is not
Where's the limit and who's to judge
But if you know
Practice what you preach
There's choices to be made
Who's to judge
Who's to judge
It's a hardcore job
Who's to blame
Who's to not
It's a hardcore job
You say you know
'bout right and wrong
You say it makes great sense
So take the seat
And practice what you preach
There's choices to be made
Choices to be made
