You can talk about your neighbor You can grab him by the collar You can hurt him only if he hollers 'Let me go, let me go'
But we all know that's old fashioned And it can only lead to pain Where we might end up on the corner Taking handouts in the rain
You can kill your foreign brother You can hurt him until he dies You can kill him until he never ask you why You're on his land, you're on his land
But we all know that's all over And can only lead to blame Where we might end up for our country Taking handouts in the rain
You can trample on your sister You can hurt her only if she'll cries You can hurt her only if she cares With all her heart, with all her heart
But we all know she'd be a mother And that can only lead to shame Where she might end up for her children Taking handouts in the rain
Teach your children stories You can fill them full of lies You can make them all despise One another, one another
When they all find out later And they call us by our rightful names And send us shamefully to old age Taking handouts in the rain Taking handouts in the rain, taking handouts in the rain