Oh our identity
Feels like we’re going to be
Sharing a destiny
Sounds like religion to me
Strange ideology
Not what it used to be
Defined by nativity
Not that it matters to me
Bear with me
And hear my strategy
‘Cause we’re not going to be
Enemies
So please be good to me
And enter sanctuary
You’re not the chosen one
Born on a magical day
Claiming Jerusalem
Outsiders left to obey
Oh, that’s peculiar
Just like the sound of your voice
Your mind’s getting narrower
Feels like you’re left with no choice
Bear with me
And hear my strategy
‘Cause we’re not going to be
Enemies
So please be good to me
And enter sanctuary