Let them say what they will,
I was born on Mulberry Hill.
Let them play where they please,
I have played under these chestnut trees.
There's a boy down the road,
That we buried at Midanao
Let them play.
On a train half way home,
I have never felt so alone.
Met by father, "How is ma."
Gored by silence driving home in the car.
Let them say what they will,
I was born on Bunker Hill.
Let them pray where they please,
By the fires of these kamikazes.
Hiroshima, mon amour,
Now she's running for the door.
Oh, McArthur, tell me why,
You should live while they should die!
Let them play.
Let them say what they will,
I was raised not to kill.
Let them go where they please,
Now we've got them on there knees.
There's a boy down the road,
That we buried at Midanao.
credits
from But First,
released August 17, 2012
James P.M. Lee: Acoustic Guitar & Vocals
Nicholas J. Link: Drums, Bass, & Vocals
Andrew Nico: Piano
A churning indie-rock meditation on relationships and personal struggle from the New Jersey band, propelled by powerhouse vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020