Nautical Lyrics - Kezia - Protest The Hero

The day that civil glory dismembered my civility 

I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of Red Sea 

Drowned the ancient east in western progress 

Custom and the least of all our pride and sentiments 

Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend 

That's ever been bulletproof 

Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend 

That's ever been put on trial 

The rest was cast off as denial of statehood and mastery; 

The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason 

Employed by the bastard sons of American fore-fathers who keep this fire burning 

With the flesh of their would-be American daughters, daughters, daughters, daughters!! 

What will happen to our children when the least of us pass on? 

Us who fought the monsters of our country's crowded closet 

Us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we saw it wasn't flawless 

Us whose youthful life was hostage to what harm did 

Us who fought the hardest to be swept under the carpet 

And I'm still a cigarette softly smoking on the edge of a metal ashtray 

I begged this place to let me burn, and it whispered, "burn away"