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 hate everything you told them to see

Everything you told them to hear,

We simply ask them to listen

And express what we feel

Born right

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