John the Baptist - Favorite Son Lyrics

Hate brings hate
Fear breeds fear
Pain breeds pain
Blame breeds blame

Hate breeds fear
And pain breeds blame
But don't blame me
For what your hero turned out to be

Don't let your sons and daughters up for the slaughter
If you could walk a mile in another man's shoes
You'd see the same things he sees
You wouldn't be so quick to accuse

You're like the favorite son with blinders on
Coming around the far turn but the crowds are gone

Hate breeds hate
Fear breeds fear
Pain breeds pain
And blame breeds blame

Hate breeds fear
And pain breeds blame
But don't blame me
For what your hero turned out to be