Pecking Order Lyrics - Tourniquet

Sleight of hand, slight of mind 

Slam the door, leave the key inside 

With a quick and knowing stare 

Like a contest at the fair 

You're the winner, you're the loser 

You're the chosen, I'm the chooser 

Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure 

Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring 

Hen-pecked hypocrite, myself included 

Fails to see, my thoughts diluted 

With our judgement, and mind polluted 

Comes prevention, from seeing who God created 

Politics of the mind, feeds the ego of the blind 

Who made you the judge of me 

Turn away, just let me be 

The notion that we're better than them 

The ultimate delusional gem 

The notion that we're better than them 

The ultimate delusional gem 

Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure 

Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring 

Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure 

Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring 

Ninety-three million miles 

From the earth, the granite boils 

Half the heat, half the burn 

Scorches those who never learn 

Look to Him and you will see 

The only judge for you and me 

Grace and mercy from His throne 

Imparts to those He calls His own 

Grace and mercy from His throne 

Imparts to those He calls His own