Us whose youthful life was hostage to what harm did
Fore-fathers who keep this fire burning
The treacherous use
Daughters, daughters, daughters
Who fought the hardest to be swept under the carpet
Us who fought the monsters of our country's crowded closet
To a fashion trend that's ever been put on trial
Drowned the ancient east in western custom progress
And I'm still a cigarette, softly smoking on the edge of a metal ashtray
To a fashion trend that's ever been put on trial
With the flesh of their would-be American daughters
The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason
And the least of all our pride and sentiments
What will happen to our children when the least of us pass on?
Which turned out to be the closest thing
Us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we saw it wasn't flawless
Employed by the bastard sons of American
Which turned out to be the closest thing
The rest was cast off as denial of statehood and mastery
