Here in the conscious world   We place our theories down   Why man must bring us to our knees      Before he sees the weakness   Of his sinful plan   The power in his hand   Will never touch a friend      Throw your hatred down   Throw your hatred down      Meanwhile in the underworld   The weaknesses are seen   By peasants and presidents   Who plan the counter-scheme      Children in the schoolyard   Finish choosing teams   Divided by their dreams   While a TV screams      Throw your weapons down   Throw your weapons down      The Wheel of Fortune   Keeps on rolling down   The street that's paved   With sinful plans      There but for circumstance   May go you or I   Dressed in gold lame   Find a place to stay      Throw your hatred down   Throw your hatred down   Throw your hatred down   Throw your weapons down