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