Justice presides over them, late into the night
A blindfold covering their eyes but something isn't right
Their truth, no truth, family values isn't something
Under their arms, there are shackles on her legs
Your rights, no rights till you're fucking broken, crippled
They pass laws unfair to gays
Their work, family values as a smoke screen blowing in your face
Or until you're fucking dead
More work, sick work, and they won't stop
And behind their closed doors, they conspire through the night
That shouldn't be based on hate
And the hands that once held up her scales
Their work and separatist laws to keep the non-whites in their place
Are bound, are bound in chains
Until this nation is all straight and all white