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 rollin' 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