When I hit the streets back in '81 |
| Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown |
| I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears |
| Where have I been for all these years? |
I saw political intrigue, political lies |
| Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes |
I will wear your white feather |
| I will carry your white flag |
| I will swear I have no nation |
| But I'm proud to own my heart |
| I will wear your white feather |
| I will carry your white flag |
| I will swear I have no nation |
| But I'm proud to own my heart |
| My heart, this is my heart |
We don't need no uniforms, we have no disguise |
| Divided we stand, together we'll rise |
We will wear your white feather |
| We will carry your white flag |
| We will swear we have no nations |
| But we're proud to own our hearts |
| We will wear your white feather |
| We will carry your white flag |
| We will swear we have no nations |
| But we're proud to own our hearts |
| These are our hearts |
| These are our hearts |
| You can't take away our hearts |
| You can't steal our hearts away |
| I can't walk away |
| No more |