The house of our Father, the volumes of guilt
No big AIDS sensation no 28 clause
The lost and the futile, they've all got something to say
The angels and martyrs, the lovers and saints
The luck of the Irish, the blood that we've spilt
There's too many people crying washed out to sea
And there's much more we can do
The Jew and the Gentile, the back and the gay
The rebels in China, the Sikhs and the Tams
Generations of love
The African nation, the sword of Islam
Hey, I don't need redemption or no government plan
The end of apartheid, no message of war
I don't know much but I know what I see
And there's much more we can learn
And there's much more we can say
I don't know you but you know what I am