We flipped our finger to the king of england Stole our country from the indians With god on our side and guns in our hands We took it for our own A nation
i know i don't control you i know i don't own you but i still feel a sense of pride 'cause i know what we have is a lie it's a lie and it always used
Music was my hobby, something that I did for fun Now that it's become a job, the damage has been done No amount of money can repair my broken lungs And
I don't wanna move I'll just sit here in my living room And see what's on the tube While I'm hanging out with you People knock on my door Ringing my
Wet sand on a foggy beach, the sky is grey You would call it a perfect day And naturally I'd have to agree, if you were here with me When I'm hanging
