What if I used this song to hatenwould you still dance around the room?nsweeping away the dirt as thoughnyour feet were like a broomnwhatifIused this song as a call to armsnon the airwaves here and nownwould you pick up the knife or the gunnif I told you how?nnWhat if I used this song to hidenbehind the words I saynif I said after all, it's just a songnwould you look the other way?nwhat if I used this song to excusenthe things that I've been toldnfrom the day that I was bornnuntil the day that I grew oldnnBikindi is my namenBikindi is my namenlove will prevail over hatrednonly the killing will remainnnWhat if I used this song to burnnyour house down to the groundnand where your children once looked to the skynthey now stare at the groundnwhat if I used this song to killnwould you pay for my third car?nmaybe you just feel like dancingnor would just love to be a starnnBikindi is my namenBikindi is my namenlove will prevail over hatrednonly the killing will remain