we’re told we’ve got a brand of pride that nothing cantake away engraved in minds from oug to old theletters u.s.a controlling your emotions and convincingyou its fair but no one ever questions what the voicessay is there and someone could explain to me whyeverything’s for sale but the one’s who make theprofit had the sameone put in jail and everyday inyour hometown the pressure takes its toil anotherloyal citizen is hanging from a flag pole the tearsare streaming down his face they shower him with guiltthe thought of what he knew his hands had went aheadand built and in our hearts we’ve know it’s justanother holocaust that’s all really own swallow yourpride