I'm not the one who is pointing the finger, you hypocrite We're not true enough to be part, but I speak of what I have learned I haven't a flag to be burned Born wrong
Descend upon us, you're only honest, but are you an artist Or just a preacher to those, who want to hate everything you told them to see Everything you told them to hear, we simply ask them to listen and express what we feel Born right
Rifle me Playing on their sympathy you're the one waving the flag You're the one starting the war, we're not compromising or trying to conquer