One Of Them Songtext

Who do not think as we think, who do not say the things that we say.
One of them, who do not love what we love
Who do not look as we look, who do not pray the way that we pray.
But they can wince and weep in a way you can recognise;
They are surprisingly similar when they agonise.

'And tell me if you've heard the one,
The one about the nigger.
You will die of laughing!
It's just a bit of fun and they don't really mind.
The cripple and the gyppo,
The loony and the queer;
This'll crucify you.'
If you are one of them you're really not my kind.

One of them, who does not do as we do,
Who do not think as we think, who do not say the things that we say.
One of them, who do not love what we love,
Who do not look as we look, who do not pray the way that we pray.
But they can wince and weep in a way you can recognise; They are surprisingly similar when they agonise.