There was a fire in the city but he put it out There was smoke in the air coming from his mouth The flags went flying way over his head His name was mentioned on television And running on the streets were those who sought To manifest what the names had bought They walked the distance, they went for the eyes They placed a bomb in the abomination I screamed until I bled just to find a voice
The hills were alive with that goddamn noise The gods were willing and the punks were too I guess we all did what we had to do Think that this is my voice? This is not my voice I just wanted to tell all the girls and boys To keep on keeping on, not that you won't die alone But to fight for something is to make it your own