Rifle

I'm not the one who is pointing the finger you hypocrite
We're not true enough to be part
But I speak of what I have learned
I haven't a flag to be burned

Born wrong

Descend upon us
You're only honest
But are you an artist
Or just a preacher to those
Who want to have everything you told them to see
Everything you told them to hear
We simply ask them to listen an express what we feel

Born right

Rifle, rifle, rifle me
Rifle, rifle, rifle me
Rifle, rifle, rifle me

Playing on their sympathy
You're the one waving the flag
You're the one starting the war
We're not compromising or trying to conquer