January 8th (Live and Acoustic)

Stand in line, take an oath

Give your life for the gold they make

Raise your flag for the land

That is willing to give you away

Take a bullet, build a coffin

For your father to carry to your grave

Don't you think it is fun

To see your own children go to waste?

But we can't give up, we can't stand down

With these tears that we've shed

We must hold our ground

For you, for me, for eternity

What the hell is wrong with this world we see?

These people are dying by the hands of their own

And our brothers, our sisters, their children are torn

Did you see the light at the end of the tunnel?

Was it worth dying for?

When a child is begging you to stop

How can you ignore?

The bombs are dropping like raindrops of fire

Through the roofs of the innocent

Another medal on your chest

Is a proof for an act that you will never forget

But we can't give up, we can't stand down

With these tears that we've shed

We must hold our ground

For you, for me, for eternity

What the hell is wrong with this world we see?

These people are dying by the hands of their own

And our brothers, our sisters, their children are torn

But we can't give up, we can't stand down

With these tears that we've shed

We must hold our ground

For you, for me, for eternity

What the hell is wrong with this world we see?

These people are dying by the hands of their own

And our brothers, our sisters, their children are torn