Love Of Country Songtext
The gods in my position make me wanna die
Pull up in that empty hearse and let my spirit fly
Gods of all commotion spread their seed across the land
Don't you love your country? Don't you love your fellow man?
The gods in my position make me wanna fly
Pull up in that horse-drawn casket and let my spirit die
The cause of all commotion spread their seed across the land
Makin' love to country, makin' love to fellow man
I know your mother was a fighter and your father was so weak
Pull up in that empty hearse and let my spirit fly
Gods of all commotion spread their seed across the land
Don't you love your country? Don't you love your fellow man?
The gods in my position make me wanna fly
Pull up in that horse-drawn casket and let my spirit die
The cause of all commotion spread their seed across the land
Makin' love to country, makin' love to fellow man
I know your mother was a fighter and your father was so weak
He took his hand out of his pocket, and he points it at me
He said, "The truth of what's forgiven must be passed down every hand
Give your love of country a simple fightin' chance"
There were people there of all sorts in the courage of their life
Mothers with their plucked wings and the men who lost their wives
Young kids reachin' out to daydreams when their homes have lost their shape
Could you blame anyone livin' with the wants in for escape?
The grass was never ever greener, the streets were stripped of noise
The passages we occupied, sang our tunes without a voice
Kids reachin' out to daydreams when their homes have lost their shape
Could you blame a soul for livin' in a world built to escape?
Under Canal, I sat with Domino, where we shared our lives in full
Commonalities and our tragedies make for quite the afternoon
Just kids reachin' out to daydreams when our homes have lost their shape
Could you blame us from your pulpit? We had no choice but to escape
The six-year-old inside me sat before my eyes, all new
I've been drenched in my regrets and while you stunted I still grew
Oh, I'm just a kid reachin' out to daydreams from a few pots of this land Could you blame me for mistakin' your love of country for hate of man?
He said, "The truth of what's forgiven must be passed down every hand
Give your love of country a simple fightin' chance"
There were people there of all sorts in the courage of their life
Mothers with their plucked wings and the men who lost their wives
Young kids reachin' out to daydreams when their homes have lost their shape
Could you blame anyone livin' with the wants in for escape?
The grass was never ever greener, the streets were stripped of noise
The passages we occupied, sang our tunes without a voice
Kids reachin' out to daydreams when their homes have lost their shape
Could you blame a soul for livin' in a world built to escape?
Under Canal, I sat with Domino, where we shared our lives in full
Commonalities and our tragedies make for quite the afternoon
Just kids reachin' out to daydreams when our homes have lost their shape
Could you blame us from your pulpit? We had no choice but to escape
The six-year-old inside me sat before my eyes, all new
I've been drenched in my regrets and while you stunted I still grew
Oh, I'm just a kid reachin' out to daydreams from a few pots of this land Could you blame me for mistakin' your love of country for hate of man?
