I was born in the right country Where we choke on the smoke of wildfires past We, the counterfeit heirs to the wide and weeping edge of the world We are long past the day when we stood in the light
We are torn, we are wild, wild, wild, wild, wild, wild Syndicated reverie With a delicate eye to define the horizon All in our rags and rising
Why do you let them lie to you? Why do you let them lie to you? Why do you let them lie to you?
We’re alive, we’re a live wire Welcome to the light on your face Ready or not, we keep walking Ready or not, ready or not, ready or not
Ready or not, ready or not, ready or not, ready or not [x12]
These days These days These days If you yell loud enough The lie rings true So don’t let them lie to you Don’t let them lie to you
You’ll be born in the right country You will learn that silence is not bravery