
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
