"When I Get The Feelin' (Back In My Hands)" by Red Animal War

if there is nothing to fear then fear itself would you yield
they were not supposed to be here i still love laying in
fields and staring up to get real it makes the world just
seem so clear and all the words that they say don't let 'em
turn you to clay yeah i know it's not fair i'm waking up to
the sound of new york coming down i never knew we could be
so scared did the timing seem like lightning i'm afraid it
did she's got new shoes he wears an old hat what's it matter
what's it matter when i get the feelin' back in my hands i
promise i'll build some bridges across this land when i get
the feelin' back in my hands i'll pick apart these walls
brick by brick stone and sand and as night falls we will
stand tall proud but not sure why this is not a dream this
is not a game i heard someone say america the beautiful
blame the catholics blame the christians blame the muslims
blame the jews blame your mother blame your father but blame
never got anyone anywhere