Drawn as a line Half a chance, we scatter like birds in the sky It's a crime to see your power Our weaknesses manifest Will keep your both hands tied Put you on a madman's ride Don't think and don't you talk Just thank God for what you got Don't you feel sick with shame Why we're playing this ugly game Your sense of pride As we can tell, if all I discover is that It's alright A pat on the back, and back to priorities Will keep you informed never let you through our front door Show you the wrong way round Push your nose into the ground Don't you feel sick with shame When you see how we stripped the blame Carrying on so ill-advised Living out this tyrants life Laughing quite unaware ? Sulk to your despair Don't you feel sick with shame How we're playing this ugly game When you see how we pass the blame While supporting this apartheid