Patriots Songtext
von The Magic Lantern

I′m told that I'm lazy
And I ought to be working
But the saints march like soldiers
Always staring at the ground
Always staring at the ground

But the ground don′t interest me
I'm a man, I was born to be free
Born to be free

With every new step you move further away
And you tell yourself you'll be yourself after payday
But before you′re broken, you′re fragile like a lake
And as your eyes find the shimmering light
Your face begins to break


And it dissolves at the faintest touch
The ripples of the question don't count for much
′Cause the boat that holds the problem can't be rocked enough
Only a storm of stones to groan and make the waters rough

Go build your towers, tumbling through the sky
But bees all die early but the honey will survive
Yeah, the honey will survive

So sweet, you fight to get your feet
But now you′re done, perhaps you'll die of greed

Come on, patriots
Oh, come and burn a flag for me
In the ashes you′ll find what your pride hides behind
The myth of an honest country

Come on, patriots
Come and burn a flag for me
In the ashes you'll find what your pride hides behind
The myth of an honest country