| Am | G | F7 | |
| Here in the | consious world | we place our theories down |
| Am | G | F7 | |
| Why man must | bring us to our | knees |
| Am | C | F | Em | F | |
| Before he | sees the weakness | of his sinful | plan |
| Em | F | Em | G | G7 | |
| The power in his | hand | will never touch a | friend |
| C | F | C | F | |
| Throw your hatred | down |
| C | F | G7 | |
| Throw your hatred | down |
| Meanwhile in the underworld the weaknesses are seen |
| By pesants and by president 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 weel of fortune keeps on rolling down |
| The street that' paved with sinful plans |
| There but for circumstance may go you or I |
| Dressed in golden lame find a place to stay |
| Throw your hatred down |
| Throw your hatred down |
| Throw your weapons down |
| Throw your weapons down |