Born in the Back Seat

Fight fascism said the fascist
Methamphetamine for the masses
They fight the patriarch, in the press
With a man, in a dress
And it's not just me, I'm sick and tired
The seven deadly sins all start with pride
God help us all, we've missed the mark
And the path to enlightenment has turned to dark
I was born in the back seat
When we, when we ran off the street
And with Daddy done, riding shotgun
Mamma's run off her feet
Once the working middle class
Now the privileged white trash
Became colonial aristocracy
Spare me the hypocrisy
It's not just me, I'm sick and tired
The seven deadly sins all start with pride
God help us all, we've missed the mark
And the path to enlightenment has turned to dark
I grew up in the back streets
I had black friends, but no white sheets
We all got along fine, all colour blind
While you invented new ways, of being outraged
It's not just me, I'm sick and tired
The seven deadly sins all start with pride
God help us all we've missed the mark
And the path to enlightenment has turned to dark

Racism, said the racist
Can we get back to basics
Try personal responsibility
Enough of this group identity
We all sometimes feel hurt (feel hurt)
Turn the other cheek, get back to work
Find dignity, in humility
If we're all in this together, make it better
Fight bigotry, said the bigot
If you're against us then you're with it
Forced inclusion, through exclusion
Such a confused delusion
But it's not just me, I'm sick and tired
And the seven deadly sins all start with pride
God help us all, we've missed the mark
And the path to enlightenment has turned
It's not just me we're sick and tired
The seven deadly sins all start with pride
God help us all, we've missed the mark
And the path to enlightenment has sure turned dark