The Kelly Song Collective

Burning Flag

 

Kisses in defiance, love is a protest

With words that make a soldier hate the fight

In pubs and beaches where ignorance never reaches

It’s the middle of the march who spread the light

 

For each one that burns a flag

There’s a hundred sipping coffee

And a hundred more who hate to fight

And for every shaking fist and every rifle shot

There’s a mother and son, another story spun

 

To a man, I’ve never met a sole that wanted war

For his idol or for his land

But it’s always the same smell, megaphones kill brain cells

While politicians poison where we stand

 

For each one that burns a flag

There’s a thousand in a factory

And a thousand more who hate to fight

And for every shaking fist and every rifle shot

There’s a mother and son, another story spun

 

This is not a protest song, it’s a call to mind

‘Cause every turn of season seems the same

Pulled in all directions staring at projections

Too easy pointing fingers and laying blame

 

For each one that burns a flag

A million kiss their children

And a million more who hate to fight

And for every shaking fist and every rifle shot

There’s a mother and son, another story spun

 

And just because you’re loud doesn’t make you right

And if I wrote the book it makes you wrong

You can paint us other, I still say you’re my brother

But the truth was in the middle all along

 

For each one that burns a flag

There’s a billion watching football

And a billion more who hate to fight

And for every shaking fist and every rifle shot

There’s a mother and son, another story spun