It's the principal, it's the issue
That your principal would dismiss you
Because you don't fit into the all-American box
That coffin created for creative thought
It's disgusting, his priorities
And how we're entrusting him with authority
His gavel's gone down
Before he looked in your heart
He finished this race(ism)
Before he reached the start.
Jesus loved the outcasts
He loves the ones the world just loves to hate
And as long as there's a heaven
There'll be a failure to excommunicate
The world just keeps you at an arm's length
Every week you work up the strength
To fight the flames that are hurled
Let your faith shine right through
You know it's the world versus Jesus and you
It's disgusting, their priorities
And how we're entrusting them with authority
Their gave's gone down
Before they looked in your heart
They finished this race(ism)
Before they reached the start
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