There’s no country I would die for
 there’s no land I call my home
 there’s flag I can salute
 no endorsement I have known
 and if soil I must believe in
 then I have no home at all
 make my grave wherever I Fall

 So tell me what should I believe in
 come now tell me what is right
 in a world thats built with empty words
 words to confuse wrong and right
 and if home is where the heart is
 then it should be plain to all
 to make my grave wherever I fall

 Sure there’s beauty in the mountains
 Its there in the breaking dawn
 I have seen it in her eyes
 and in the city I was born
 But I’ve known nothing that can last here
 nothing great and nothing small
 so make my grave, wherever I fall

 So if all living is a circle
 and we’re all drifting in the wind
 Some will drown while others drink
 and some will sink while others swim
 But through all the educated guesses & religions pretty dresses
 There’s really nothing sacred here at all
 so make my grave, wherever I fall

 Or you could lie with my Father, to be for ever after
 but that makes no difference at all
 So make my grave, wherever I fall