America

If there's one thing my generation don't know It's the history of the one's gone before Who won, who lost, and what for? Whose blood, whose body, whose soul? If there's one thing my generation should learn It's that freedom's never granted, it's earned In blood, in love, and by turns Thomas Paine was a radical Thomas Jefferson was a racist Old George, he lied, to his men And still, those men followed him Jesus Christ was a radical Donald Trump is a racist New George, he lied to his men And still, those men followed him Where have you gone all you radicals? Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you Where's Douglass, where's Darrow, where's Debs? Where's that freedman turning on Johnny Reb? Where's Guthrie, where's Goldman, where's Big Bill? Where's that trabadour, that martyr old Joe Hill? Where's Malcolm, where's Martin, where's Milk? Where's Geronimo, Red Cloud, where's Black Elk? Where's Turner, where's Tappan, where's Truth? Where's that spirit that once burned in you? Where's that spirit that once burned in you? Out of the red, white, into the blue Out of the red, white, into the blue Where's that spirit that once burned in you? Out of the red, white, into the blue Out of the red, white, into the blue Where's that spirit that once burned in you? Where's that spirit that once burned in you?