The New Glory by Marner, Temple, and B. Fleabag | ![]() |
INST INTRO, as CODA
How come you get to decide what it means?
Doesn't it stand for the slaughter of the Indians?
Oh, and was it our "manifest destiny"
To steal their property?
Can't you see it doesn't mean the same to me?
Oh, it's something different in my eyes
Than it seems to be in your eyes.
To you, it's truth; to me, it's lies.
You can pass a law, but you can't disguise
That every time it flies,
An Indian dies.
President Lincoln goads the South into war.
Doesn't it stand for the murder of Americans?
And was it in God that we did trust
When we pursued blood lust?
Now why couldn't we have let our people go?
And it's time to see it in new light,
But it seems to me you're in twilight.
To me, it's wrong; to you, it's right,
So I've written it down here in black and white:
Emboldened at its sight,
Americans fight.
Loyal Tories getting shot in the head.
I think it stands for our treason and rebellion.
And haven't we just begun to fight
Now that we've won our rights?
Is it freedom that we really have today?
Now, you're bursting out of the starting gate,
But it seems to me that it's too late.
It's a shame to me; to you, it's great:
This "patriot's law" that you claim is fate,
But to those who'd rather wait,
It represents hate.
Political systems are the same every year.
Democrats say all the same things as Republicans.
Maybe they just refuse to see
Their own hypocrisy.
Oh, and no one really cares for you or me.
Oh, I woke up one morning and I cried
When I tried to take Justice as my guide.
Thanks to the Law on which you ride,
I finally saw how justice died.
And when we see you've lied,
Inside it you hide.
I pledge allegience to the flag
Of the United States of America,
And to the republic for which it stands:
One nation under God, indivisible,
With liberty and justice for all.
FADE to sounds of burning cloth.