Whenever things are going wrong Someone always steps out, Someone with a big mouth And they always know, how they're gonna put it right And there's never any argument Even though there is doubt It'll never come out Cause by now there's a crowd, and it's getting loud
Things are getting out of hand This ain't what we planned, But we fight for things that we believe in, How do we know that we're right Some will cheer, others are grieving
So where will all the fingers point Cause it's never our fault But we've all been taught That we need a name, on which to hang the blame And what about the ones accused Are they not the same As they play the same game With a different flag, flying for their beliefs
If we win, Then we were right Every death and cruelty justified Every rape and murder sing with pride
So just because the strong survive Does it give them the right To begin a fight Why should there always be, a right and a wrong way? |