You say that you will carry the torch You say that you will beat the winning drum You'll be there when the saints roll in With a back made of rubber, half made out of tin How many times does the snake crawl out of its skin? You change your spots But I will not...
You say you'll put your trust in that old American flag You say there is still no place like home That you'll still go to war when your papers come Surrender your nerve to a gatling gun Come back home maimed Tell everyone you'll be happy with the time that you've got But I will not...
I will not follow! I will not follow! I will not follow
You say that you'll wear the colours, blue and grey You say you'll wear the colours, black and red You wear whichever colour shines most, bright so You can shine like Blake's eternal tiger in the night You say that you will carry the torch You say that you will beat the winning drum You say that there is still no place like home No place like home, sweet home You say that everyone's gotta change their spots But I will not... No, I will not
I will not follow! I will not follow! I will not follow! I will not follow! No!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
