Old Glory flies Above the Toyota flag Over the dealership on Van Ness Warning passers by that You don’t mess with the military might Of the best of the very best. But if war is good, and war is just And bombs can provide a solution Why do I feel the heat of shame Rising in my brain And have the urge to beg for Absolution? On the streets of Higarigaoka Back in ‘99 A woman held out her hand to me Whilst holding a hand written sign. It said ‘ban the bomb’ and ‘An end to war’ Her body shook, her skin was raw, She tried to speak my language. She said to me she was but six years old When America dropped the bomb And left her in eternal bandages. Her mother she evaporated, Her father already died, Her brother he did not survive. Some kindly doctor with A soul of steel had dressed her Arms and back. Her wounds never healed, not really, And pain was the one thing That she never ever lacked. I apologized, let her speak her Piece, and then I walked away But was caught forever looking back. To love a flag is all well and good But to love humanity is much better Because when the sky rains fire And civilization burns War proves peace is nothing But a dirty little liar. Old Glory flies above the Toyota Flag on the roof Of the dealership on Van Ness And all those years have come and gone But civilization is still a bloody mess, And nothing has been proved to me Except that people get much meaner And birds of a feather flock together When war becomes theater. And when the bombs start falling The peace is sacrificed to reasons And excuses, And I'll never find the words To tell how the human heart should Transcend all visible boundaries And resist all evil uses. And how the hibakusha In Higarigaoka Taught me a lesson In humility and shame And how the economy of death And destruction Is always to fucking blame.