Texty: Neil Young. Mirror Ball. Throw Your Hatred Down.

Here in the conscious world
We place our theories down
Why man must bring us to our knees

Before he sees the weakness
Of his sinful plan
The power in his hand
Will never touch a friend

Throw your hatred down
Throw your hatred down

Meanwhile in the underworld
The weaknesses are seen
By peasants and presidents
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 Wheel of Fortune
Keeps on rolling down
The street that's paved
With sinful plans

There but for circumstance
May go you or I
Dressed in gold lame
Find a place to stay

Throw your hatred down
Throw your hatred down
Throw your hatred down
Throw your weapons down