Protest The Hero - Nautical lyrics
[Protest The Hero - Nautical lyrics]
The day that civil glory
Dismembered my civility
I could have parted ribs and flesh like
A different kind of Red Sea
Drowned the ancient East in western progress
Custom and the least of all
Our pride and sentiments
Which turned out to be the closest
Thing to a fashion trend
That's ever been put on trial
Which turned out to be the closest
Thing to a fashion trend
That's ever been put on trial
The rest was cast off as
Denial of statehood and mastery
The ultimate form of treason is
The treacherous use of reason
Employed by the bastard sons of American
Forefathers who keep this fire burning
With the flesh of their would-be
American daughters, daughters, daughters
Daughters!
What will happen to our children when
The least of us pass on?
Us who fought the monsters of
Our country's crowded closet
Us who dropped the bombs on goodness
When we saw it wasn't flawless
Us whose youthful life was hostage
To what harm did
Us who fought the hardest to
Be swept under the carpet
And I'm still a cigarette softly smoking on
The edge of a metal ashtray
I begged this place to let
Me burn, and it whispered, "burn away"
Dismembered my civility
I could have parted ribs and flesh like
A different kind of Red Sea
Drowned the ancient East in western progress
Custom and the least of all
Our pride and sentiments
Which turned out to be the closest
Thing to a fashion trend
That's ever been put on trial
Which turned out to be the closest
Thing to a fashion trend
That's ever been put on trial
The rest was cast off as
Denial of statehood and mastery
The ultimate form of treason is
The treacherous use of reason
Employed by the bastard sons of American
Forefathers who keep this fire burning
With the flesh of their would-be
American daughters, daughters, daughters
Daughters!
What will happen to our children when
The least of us pass on?
Us who fought the monsters of
Our country's crowded closet
Us who dropped the bombs on goodness
When we saw it wasn't flawless
Us whose youthful life was hostage
To what harm did
Us who fought the hardest to
Be swept under the carpet
And I'm still a cigarette softly smoking on
The edge of a metal ashtray
I begged this place to let
Me burn, and it whispered, "burn away"