We are not free We are not equal We are not at peace We are not justified But we are creative And this is our home And we wash our streets in blood But his greatest work will find you It will break a heart in love And mend a heart been broken We are creative This is our home The moment we believe That we as a race are above nature Every single one of us are in trouble But human touch can make me cry We are creative This is our home We are confined without abstract thought We are lost without the tender love of human kind We justify killing each other But there is a black girl lost From the simplicities of love Walk the belle of the viaduct home It's midnight and I'm naked it's a powerful thing And I sing for her and I sing for him and I sing Last king of the world ever wonder why Nature's our god everything else is a lie And we are creative This is our home