I was born in the south born in the heat born in november to indeterminate people my face holds signs a face of no answers oh, the galveston waves silver dollars and booze scenes of insanity never quite the summer of love the young leaders mocked and spit on the gentle girls real casualties teachers turned a blind eye they called their team The Generals and they glorified its grey and gold and I still hate those colors when they raised the flag they made us say the oath which contained a prayer