The Body of Christ, found in a Jam Band.
They might feed you all these things in your ear.
Oh, trust me it’s easy for you to just stop and hear.
You might listen to that babble a little bit, at little time.
They try to separate us, each and every single time.
They try to feed you all these racists.
They try to feed you all these sexists.
But these creeds don’t mean a thing,
because we are all one under that great sun.
You must understand!
My hand is the same as the next.
And your neighbor right next to you,
He feels the same in his chest.
In your heart,
we are one.
In your mind,
we are one.
In your soul,
we are one.
So don’t believe anything that they tell you.
On top of my cage you can be there,
We’re all the same.
I’m sick and tired of hearing everybody tell me
that my name makes me different;
that my skin makes me different.
Well, I feel we’re all the same.
On top the cage.
-O.A.R. (On Top The Cage)
