Glass Houses (Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly)

You say, go find yourself a new home But isn't it a bit infantile To consider yourself the judge Of someone's rights to start a better life? Today you say, go find yourself a new home But tomorrow when you find yourself away I ask you to stop and think about your prejudice Because you forgot about something You're not even native and yet You've found your way home It's ironic that people that cast the stones Are always the first to moan When the stones are thrown at them