We started riots in the streets just so you could point the finger.
We set fire to these cities just so we could watch them burn and light our way.
You can call us hell, call us what you will, just don't you ever call us by our names.
We are you sisters, your brothers, your sons, the whole damn brigade.
And we won't stop till every citizen, they get what they deserve.
So be kind to your elders and watch your words.
I'm callin' it quits just as soon as we return,
but for now I'm just a patriot at work.
So we sing "Oh you poor, poor soul.
I've been sent here to bring you home.
My queen, she brews a powerful stew
and we need just one piece of you."
We are the shadow that is cast upon your richest city square.
We are the voices that you'll hear a single hour 'fore we're there
if the wind's in your favor.
And we only do to those as they have done to others so you should know
whether to wave as we're passing you by or hide in your rooms.
Some give us praise, some join and stay, some say we're playing God.
And all in one voice we sing "you're wrong" but they may be not.
So I'm callin' it quits just as soon as we return
but for now I'm just a patriot at work.
So we sing "Oh you poor, poor soul.
I've been sent here to bring you home.
My queen, she brews a powerful stew
and we need just one piece of you.
My queen, she brews a powerful stew
and we need just one piece of you."
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