Cobracoustic

As I walk the streets of Cairo

I empathize as I go

And I feel ashamed

Of the land from where I came

Where we think different people

Are the ones that harbor evil

But you gotta think harder

Cause we’re all the same

Stop fearing people

Before you meet them

And don’t keep enemies

Until you must defeat them

My country, love it or leave it

That’s shit and I don’t believe it

A decaying standard

And it’s begging for a change

Freedom is relative

I feel relatively free where I live

But down in Cairo

Freedom is not ours to give

With our birds up high and their sons below

You don’t know where every bomb will blow

With their sons below and our birds up high

Are you made to be friends in heaven when

You die?