| thought we saw a fella | |
| tearing up a flag | |
| that is what frightened us | |
| we knew he was mad | |
| captured by his danger | |
| we knew what he had | |
| could feel this stranger | |
| knew why he was mad | |
| the future's bright | |
| right | |
| we're are torn again | |
| but nothings quite | |
| right | |
| we've been born again | |
| should we all plead on our knees | |
| each day | |
| should we all be | |
| here in a century | |
| is there a phantom | |
| to fix every need | |
| know it's random | |
| but that's how we feed |