These sticks and stones
Break so loud
That you might awaken
The ones that we laid to rest
These screams could not be heard
Inside this war of words
And these hearts consumed
By every open wound
With these bones for beds
We'll lie here and wait for the dead
Let the maggots have their way
You can't hide this debt to be paid
We'll cut the heads off
And watch
The bodies unravel
Their steel never felt so cold
But these screams could not be heard
Inside this war of words
And these hearts consumed
By every open wound
With these bones for beds
We'll lie here and wait for the dead
Let the maggots have their way
You can't hide this debt you've still to pay
(Let it be told to the future world,
that in the depth of winter,
when nothing but hope and virtue could survive,
that the city and the country,
alarmed at one common danger,
came forth to meet and to repulse it) THE CRISIS by Thomas Paine
So let these flags still fly
So let these statues stand
They're all just ash and dust
We'll all be joining them soon
With these bones for beds
We'll lie here and wait for the dead
(We have it in our power to begin the world over again...
The birthday of a new world is at hand.
I heard the bullets whistle, and believe me;
There is something charming in the sound) Thomas Paine and George Washington @ age 22
So let these flags still fly
So let these statues stand
They're all just ash and dust
We'll all be joining them soon
Join them soon
Join them soon
Join them (soon)

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