Lyrics (there might not be completely right-things can get accidentally changed while recording):
They think that I'm small A fox in the wood A hawk or an eagle could carry me too (The presidents son)
Your son Am i just your son Born within these walls to a war that wasn't won A crayon colored suit A team of men by our side I was betrayed I was there when you cried I supported your lies
But you still make fun Of a fox in the wood But foxes are sly and cunning Nothing like you Temper short like a wolf you howled an election you flew too close to the sun Your wings and your pride caught live wire you went down in fire
This is my home It's the place that I was born But I'm more than a child of your storybook war I was there every step of the way I was an asset, an ally, your protege Blood runs thicker than water I spilled blood in your slaughter And still you believe that I would betray
How come you never trusted fire You never trusted fire
you call me a child but you think like a kid no one can know that things that I did I'm get back my home You won't get to know I'm not standing in your shadows I'm casting my own with the light of a fire
But I am sorry niki For the things that I did If we had won We'd have been the best presidents But we didn't win So I guess this is it You fight with your words and I'll watch the flag burn
Foxes are cunning And foxes are sly I have plan and I have a reason why don't you see what this is Our flag is tinder for Manburg's funeral pyre I fight with fire
They think that I'm small A fox in the wood but a fox has a spark And the fire that that spark starts I'm not just your son I'll win a war that you never won with FireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
