Don’t blame the bullet for the wars you have sown
 Don’t blame the winter when you’ve forgotten your coat
 When you make the same deals for a hundred years 
 and you wanna make a change
 You gotta hold up the mirror and share in the blame

 Don’t blame your brother for the color of his skin
 don’t blame your neighbor for the house he lives in
 from the same cloth, we are made of, we are just the same
 you gotta hold up the mirror and share in the blame

 [bad word]  
 like [bad word] of age, I am learning how to say
 all the failures I’m dragging behind 
 Finding freedom to speak, freedom to release
 Oh tonight I wanna make peace with you

 Don’t blame the writer for the doubts in your head
 Don’t blame the preacher for the lovers in your bed
 When you find out that the world is round, everything is rearranged
 You gotta hold up the mirror, and share in the blame

 [bad word] 

 Don’t blame the president, don’t blame the king
 Don’t blame your history for what might have been
 we will be free where the grass is green and the lion is tame 
 if we just hold up the mirror now and share in the blame