Whatever has gotten into our sweet little Eddie?
It's nothing, dear. It's probably just another one of those adolescent cycles
I believe a child psychiatrist would refer to it as "the punk phase."
I see you clinging, stereotyping just to feel comfort, just to belong
Desperate for meaning to make sense of your life
Let me try to make you understand
You got it wrong
You're not gonna catch me waving flags over my head
Looking straight and standing tall
I refuse to build the wall by adding my own bricks
That separate us all
I'd rather die than be a part of your pride
This ain't the homeland they've written books on
Never have been there, how would you know
Following footsteps that will get you nowhere
And living by some rules that were made up one hundred years ago
You're not gonna find me digging through my family tree
Just to find out who I am
I don't need to know that I'm linked to some murderer
To live on the same land
I'd rather die than be a part of your pride
So it looks like I'll be here for a long time now
Some things are better left mysteries
Can't change the future when living in the past
So do what you want and I'll decide my own history