See all people in Afghanistan praying to the gods and living in the sand
Somebody’s gonna have to set them free, nobody hears the call or command
But it’s a long way to Harlem, and a long stretch to the king of Siam
And if you don’t have a penny, why should I give a damn?

Ad Hominem.
You think you’re better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you’re better than I am

See all the suckers in the handout line living on scraps and they don’t have a dime
Waiting for endless charity devoid of any sense of posterity
Well there’s no Great Depression and there’s no Great Society
And only few go to heaven, all the rest are damned and free

Ad Hominem.
You think you’re better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you’re better than I am

I’m just a soft-cover version of a much harder tale
A walking resemblance of ruts in the trail
Is it possible to divide your ideas and beliefs
Ideas and beliefs
Ideas and beliefs from the people that you don’t like?

Ad Hominem.
You think you’re better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you’re better than I am