History Has Their Number

You can't live in anger
You can't live in anger
Nobody can
It's not for you to shoulder
It's not for you to shoulder
The hateful earn
Whatever comes to them

But why should you have to suffer
Why should you have to suffer
Why do you have to march
'Cause you're in love
To be shouted over
To be lorded over
No one should have to beg for
What is just

To feel is not a weakness
Beating back a sickness
Whatever sad excuses you may hear
However bleak a picture
All of the lines of scripture
Anything about acceptance there
And those who would wish to judge you
Those who would begrudge you
All the freedoms they themselves enjoy
Soon will crumble under
History has their number
It means more to create than to destroy