You can hate all the others because they hate you
They hate the thought of you hating them too
We could scream it all out 'til we're red, white, or blue
But I'd hate to think that thinking is old news, old news
We could cut in in half, throw rocks in the street
Let wild eyes laugh [but?] some disagree
We could burn it all down on our grandpa's TV
Or quit pointin' fingers and roll up our sleeves
And pray for Miss Liberty and the crack in her belt
There's a tear in her eye but her arm hasn't fell
Yet the weight of that torch, it depends on the
The book that we write and the stories we'll tell
'Cause I'd hate to think that I'd hate you
And I hate the thought of you hating me too
So let's hash it all out 'til 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 belt
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 hate you
And I hate the thought of you hating me too
So let's hash it all out 'til we're red, white, and blue
'Cause I'd hate to think that thinking is old news
Is old news
Old news
