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• Pecking Order - Tourniquet
• Pecking Order - MDC
• Pecking Order - David Cook
• Pecking Order - Axium

Sleight of hand, slight of mind
Slam the door, leave the key inside
With a quick and knowing stare
Like a contest at the fair
You're the winner, you're the loser
You're the chosen, I'm the chooser
Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring
Hen-pecked hypocrite, myself included
Fails to see, my thoughts diluted
With our judgement, and mind polluted
Comes prevention, from seeing who God created
Politics of the mind, feeds the ego of the blind
Who made you the judge of me
Turn away, just let me be
The notion that we're better than them
The ultimate delusional gem
The notion that we're better than them
The ultimate delusional gem
Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring
Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring
Ninety-three million miles
From the earth, the granite boils
Half the head, half the burn
Scorches those who never learn
Look to Him and you will see
The only judge for you and me
Grace and mercy from His throne
Imparts to those He calls His own
Grace and mercy from His throne

There seems to be a problem
The people won't behave
They seem to fear our power less
Than what's beyond the grave
The clergy won't preach
All the doctrines we ask
We'll have to round them up
So we can take them to task
We'll blame the guerrillas for what has been done
Burnt church of Jesus, the death of a nun
The church has preached resistance
For what the poor hold dear
Stronger than the army
We sent to instill fear
A US torturer, designed just for you
Agony guaranteed, they know what to do
CIA assassins are coming with guns
The people will mourn for dead priests and nuns
Kill with no mercy, men and women of the cloth
Ineffective martyrs for the God they brought forth
Is their retribution only time will tell
Agents don't believe and the people live in hell
We'll destroy their faith
In their God and his son
A plain wooden casket destined for a nun
We will not compete
With religious belief
Burn the church, kill the priest
Leaven them in grief
Unlike their saviour they'll die with no cross
Shown their mortality they'll know who is boss
Destroy their faith in their God and his son
Show what we will do
For our power and money
A blood spattered habit Amen

Clip my wings before I fly
Clip my wings so I can die
Pressed against the dirt
You can't feel my hurt
Watch your shadow paint the sky
As I follow in my mind
Forever falling short
Too many thoughts to sort
(Chorus)
Flat on my face
I can't keep pace
But someday I'll be on top
High above you all
In spite of my history, this is me
I've got no farther left to fall
Shoot me down I'm in my prime
Shoot me down you've done no crime
It's all a pecking order
That we all must shoulder
Watch your shadow fill a space
In spite of all that falls from grace
The circle's spinning
the new's beginning
(Chorus)
Flat on my face
I still need my space
But someday, I'll be on top
High above you all
In spite of my history, this is me

Clip my wings before I fly
Clip my wings so I can die
Pressed against the dirt
You can't feel my hurt
Watch your shadow paint the sky
As I follow in my mind
Forever falling short
Too many thoughts to sort
Flat on my face
I can't keep pace
But someday I'll be on top
High above you all
In spite of my history, this is me
I've got no farther left to fall
Shoot me down, I'm in my prime
Shoot me down, you've done no crime
It's all a pecking order
That we all must shoulder
Watch your shadow fill a space
In spite of all that falls from grace
The circle's spinning
The new's beginning
Flat on my face
And I still need my space
But someday I'll be on top
High above you all
In spite of my history, this is me