A Human, Being Songtext
von Eric Stewart

I′m not a yid, I'm not a yok,
I′m not a spic, I'm not a wap,
I'm not a honky, I′m not a coon,
If you disagree, you gimme fighting room.
My mother was Irish, she called me Mick,
My dad was a Scot, but he knew the licks,
So I find myself on the edge of a point of view.

I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing.
I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being.

I′m not a queen and I'm not a fag,
I′m not a fairy, it's such a drag.
Is it really straight? We pontificate,
When the way we move′s just a twist of fate,
Oooh give it a name and we give it a face,
Slander my name all over the place,
But we're standing around on the edge of a bottomless pit.


I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing.
I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being.

There is a spark inside of you.
Well, it′s not religious, but that won't do.
There is a God for everyone,
Well he's not religious, but we still get it wrong.
Well I′m no saint, no I got no creed,
If I cut myself I will surely bleed.
But I find myself there laughing at the wailing wall.

I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing.
I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being.

I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing.
I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being.
I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing.
I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being.
I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing.
I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being.
I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing.
I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being.