My blood does remember the rhythm of a drum Beat by a boy soldier whose revolution won I’ve carried pretty flowers to fallen heroes graves & stood in silence honoring the price our fathers paid
This was their flag but this ain’t their fight Dirty with oil tattered by spite This was their flag but this ain’t their fight
So what do you call justice & what is freedom for Don’t let the towncrier decide if we go to war Cos this ain’t about your medla The choice is of the soul & hate is never brave while mercy’s always, always sold
Blinded by stars tangled in stripes This is our flag but this ain’t our fight Dirty with oil tattered by spite This is our flag but this ain’t our fight This is my flag but this ain’t my fight
Now I was born a rebel, I question what I’m told No wonder this young skin I’m wearin’ Feels so old
Don’t be blinded by stars tangled in stripes This is our flag but this ain’t our fight Dirty with oil tattered by spite This is our flag but this ain’t our fight This I s my flag but this ain’t my fightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
