Beau - The Patriot lyrics

It's hovering high in a thunderous sky; So bright, and again so benign. It's telling me everything comes at a cost, That everything comes by design. I'm humbled, and wiping a tear on my sleeve. So many like Machiavelli believe It's easy for cheats, finding folks to deceive. They tell me how liberty comes at a price; That no price is ever too high. When devils are driving the wind to the sails, The patriot never asks why. So there in a clearing on midsummer's eve I offer to die for the things they believe. It's easy for cheats, finding folks to deceive. You can say it's a chauvinist, partisan view, And something we've known all along. The one thing we're not, in the games that we play, Is ever conceivably wrong. We're grateful for what we're about to receive. If God's in his heaven, you wouldn't believe It's easy for cheats, finding folks to deceive. It's only through accident, fortune of birth, We follow the lives that we lead; 'Defending our freedoms' insisted upon, Defending imposing our creed. Then somebody says it, "We're being naļve!" I think I'll apply for compa**ionate leave… It's easy for cheats, finding folks to deceive.