Cheyenne Lyrics - Good Riddance

An infant reared on hatred never learns 

to hold diversity inviolate 

While so-called maralists 

proclaim they've got the test 

To monitor the ways our love's expressed 

So just think it through 

Hatred is the stillborn child 

of ignorance and boredom 

Such a narrow view 

Means seeds of tolerance are sown 

by those who can't afford them 

What wiil you do? 

It's not too late for you to change 

your xenophobic point of view 

Now your pontifications leave us 

draped in disbelief 

Why should we suffer for 

the fear that's undearneath 

If we could learn to cherish what sets us apart 

Keep love instead of fear within our hearts 

So just think it through 

Hatred is the stillborn child 

of ignorance and boredom 

Such a narrow view 

Means seeds of tolerance are sown 

by those who can't afford them 

What wiil you do? 

It's not too late for you to change 

your xenophobic point of view