Ad hominem

See all people in Afghanistan praying to the gods and living in the sand,
somebody’s gonna have to set them free, nobody hears the call or command.
But it’s a long way to Harlem, and a long stretch to the king of Siam,
and if you don’t have a penny, why should I give a damn?

Ad hominem, you think you’re better than I am?
Ad hominem, you think you’re better than I am.

See all the suckers in the handout line living on scraps and they don’t have a dime,
waiting for endless charity devoid of any sense of posterity.
Well, there’s no Great Depression and there’s no Great Society,
and only few go to heaven, all the rest are damned and free.

Ad hominem, you think you’re better than I am?
Ad hominem, you think you’re better than I am.

I’m just a soft-cover version of a much harder tale,
a walking resemblance of ruts in the trail.
Is it possible to divide your ideas and beliefs
from the people that you don’t like?

Ad hominem, you think you’re better than I am?
Ad hominem, you think you’re better than I am.