My blood does remember the rhythm of a drum
Beat by a boy soldier whose revolution won
Ive carried pretty flowers to fallen heroes graves
& stood in silence honoring the price our fathers paid
This was their flag but this aint their fight
Dirty with oil tattered by spite
This was their flag but this aint their fight
So what do you call justice & what is freedom for
Dont let the towncrier decide if we go to war
Cos this aint about your medla
The choice is of the soul
& hate is never brave while mercys always, always sold
Blinded by stars tangled in stripes
This is our flag but this aint our fight
Dirty with oil tattered by spite
This is our flag but this aint our fight
This is my flag but this aint my fight
Now I was born a rebel, I question what Im told
No wonder this young skin Im wearin
Feels so old
Dont be blinded by stars tangled in stripes
This is our flag but this aint our fight
Dirty with oil tattered by spite
This is our flag but this aint our fight
This I s my flag but this aint my fight