Say it all comes down to hate
Ah and wouldn't it be great
If all your enemies were evil
Pick'em out like a boll weavil
Ah but man is convoluted
And by simplicity we've polluted
The system of decision
It ain't a game of precision
A choice that's made with ease
Can be the greatest tease
We all want that black and white
But it ain't so easy, wrong and right