Love Of Country

The Gods in my position

Make me wanna die

Pull up in that empty hearse and let my spirit fly

Gods of all commotion spread their seed across the land

Don't you love your country?

Don't you love your fellow man?

The Gods in my position

Make me wanna fly

Pull up in that horse-drawn casket

And let my spirit die

The cause of all commotion spread their seed across the land

Makin' love to country

Makin' love to fellow man

I know your mother was a fighter

And your father was so weak

He took his hand out of his pocket

And he points it at me

He said, "The truth of what's forgiven must be passed down every hand"

"Give your love of country a simple fightin' chance"

There were people there of all sorts in the courage of their life

Mothers with their plucked wings and the men who lost their wives

Young kids reachin' out to daydreams

When their homes have lost their shape

Could you blame anyone livin' with the wants in for escape?

The grass was never ever greener

The streets were stripped of noise

The passages we occupied, sang our tunes without a voice

Kids reachin' out to daydreams

When their homes have lost their shape

Could you blame a soul for livin' in a world built to escape?

Under canal, I sat with Domino

Where we shared our lives in full

Commonalities

And our tragedies make for quite the afternoon

Just kids reachin' out to daydreams

When our homes have lost their shape

Could you blame us from your pulpit?

We had no choice but to escape

The six-year-old inside me sat before my eyes, all new

I've been drenched in my regrets and while you stunted, I still grew

Oh, I'm just a kid reachin' out to daydreams

From a few pots of this land

Could you blame me for mistakin' your love of country for hate of man?