daddy you sure showed me
how to be a model citizen
i found out how to get out
everything i need from within
too bad you only see
through the barrel of your gun
i wish you had a wider view
but am i the only one?

we’ve turned our dream into our machine
which is working for the rich
we profit off our neighbor’s cancer
and it works until we’re sick
we must begin again so our children can
work for more than this
but who will we look to, will we look to you? we look up but

chorus
we will never be as tall as our fathers
and our resolve will never be
as firm as his hand
no i may never be as tall as my father
but was he such a big man?

your flag is always red,
isn’t red the color of blood?
your rag is always wrung dry, even in a flood
your empty pockets bulge,
i don’t understand the reason why
there’s not enough to feed
a single serving of your pie.

we’ve turned our dream into a machine
which will bury all of us
we lock our children in the dark until
the darkness is a must
we salt our sickness like the wounds we lick
cause there’s no one to trust
so who do we look to?
do we look to you? we look up but

chorus
we will never be as tall as our fathers
and our resolve will never be
as firm as his hand
no i may never be as tall as my father
but was he such a big man?