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 learnt I haven't a flag to be burnt 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, 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