There's no shame in living in the red
I'm not going to wait until it's overhead
There's no such thing as a fair wage
And it's better to owe something to yourself than to own anything, anyday
But when we think we're owed an explanation
As to how we arrived at this destination
"Destiny" and "nation,"
Each has nothing to do with the other's definition
They treat us like the new kid in a school
Like our mantra's "do you dare me to be cool?"
But dare I say that it's okay
Or at least that it will be?
If it makes it easy, when you're feeling all alone
You're feeling all alone with me
Don't you see?
But oh, what fortune we were too young to remember
When first the umbilical cord was severed
There are those of us not yet over that day
And that affliction is called "nationalism." Think about it this way:
You can scream out "f** the poor!" and "God hates f*gs!"
Or you can go into a street and burn a flag
But only one of these is a crime
Tell me who in his right mind really thinks that it's alright
To put a place before it's people?
Well, I guess that that's one form of sodomy that's never been illegal
And if it's k**ing you, it k**s me, too
But somehow it's alright
Did you get the invite? You're invited cordially
To feeling alone with me
Because there's a bell with a crack in it ringing to deafened ears
There's a "W" standing for "wrong" for four more years
But he believes in a Jesus and that's all some people can hear
Not the backwards grind of the gears
But when they've made me feel like I'm all by myself
It helps to just feel helpless with somebody else
Where I can let my heart bleed all over my sleeve
I want to see change in my lifetime, is that so naive?
I want to see the old ways burn, is that so wrong of me?
I want to see an end to this New American Century
I want to know that everyone feels alone like me