I live in a city, but I don’t speak the language But everybody speaks mine Not the best environment for a paranoid mind I live in a city, But I don’t know the history But fortunately it doesn’t know mine But I guess it’s just a matter of time
Will you call my name when I am gone? Will you fly my flag, will you sing my song? Would you even care if I’m not there? Would you scream out loud that I make you proud? My son
I go back to the city that I owned as a small boy But the streets they don’t remember me and they don’t care Can’t have been that much to remember me for
Will you call my name when I am gone? Will you fly my flag, will you sing my song? Would you even care if I’m not there? Would you scream out loud that I make you proud?
I’m trying to cheat the ticking of time Will you call my name when I am gone? Will you fly my flag, will you sing my song? Would you even care if I’m not there? Would you scream out loud that I make you proud? That I make you proud my son