You can hate all the others
Because they hate you
They hate the thought of you hating them too
We can scream it all out
Till we're red white or blue
But I'd hate to think
That thinking is old news
Old news

We can cut it in half
Throw rocks in the streets
Let wild eyes laugh
When some disagree
We can burn it all down
On our grandpa's TV
Or quit pointing f‌ingers
And roll up our sleeves

And pray for miss liberty
And the crack in her bell
There's a tear in her eye
But her arm hasn't fell
Yet the weight of that torch
It depends on the trail
The book that we write
And the stories we'll tell

Cause I'd hate to think
That you think I hate you
And I hate the thought of you hating me too
So let's hash it all out
Till we're red white and blue
Cause I'd hate to think
That thinking is old news
Old news

So let's sing for miss liberty
And the crack in her bell
There's a tear in her eye
But her arm hasn't fell
Yet the weight of that torch
Comes with blood that's been spilled
A book of blank pages
Waiting to be f‌illed with how

I'd hate to think
That you think I'd hate
You and I hate the thought of you hating me too
So let's hash it all out
Till we're red white and blue
Cause I'd hate to think
That thinking is old news
Old news
Old news