Michael Guy Bowman – Tribes Lyrics

No one has to join your side
The world is more than just your TRIBE
No flags (no signs)
No names (no lines)
No nation lasts for all of time
What we are is who we hate
Who we castigate for all the rest of time
Little children, it would kill them
If they knew what we were doing to their minds
What we're for is fighting wars
Filled with anger we did not choose to receive
Some will fight, some will fall
How can anybody choose what they believe? Just a word to the loud as hell
Are you buying what you sell? Just a word to the black-and-white
Hungry for the latest fight
When you draw lines in the sand
Take a look at where you stand
Tough talk (bad words)
Rough talk (mad nerds)
I'm not somebody's sheep to herd
What we are is who we hate
Who we castigate for all the rest of time
Little children, it would kill them
If they knew what we were doing to their minds
What we're for is fighting wars
Filled with anger we did not choose to receive
Some will fight, some will fall
How can anybody choose what they believe?