thought we saw a fella 
 tearing up a flag 
 that is what frightened us 
 we knew he was mad 
 
 captured by his danger 
 we knew what he had 
 could feel this stranger 
 knew why he was mad 
 
 the future's bright 
 right 
 we're are torn again 
 but nothings quite 
 
 right 
 we've been born again 
 
 
 should we all plead on our knees 
 each day 
 should we all be 
 here in a century 
 is there a phantom 
 to fix every need 
 know it's random 
 but that's how we feed