Rifle

I'm not the one who is pointing the finger you hypocrite
We're not true enough to be part
But I speak of what I have learnt
I haven't a flag to be burnt

Born wrong

Descend upon us, you're only honest, but are you an artist?
Or just a preacher to those
Who want to hate everything you told them to see
Everything you told them to hear?
We simply ask them to listen and express what we feel

Born right

Rifle, rifle
Rifle me
Rifle, rifle
Rifle me
Rifle, rifle
Rifle me

Playing on their sympathy
You're the one waving the flag
You're the one starting the war
We're not compromising or trying to conquer