I remember when we changed the world with a buck and a dream
We had attitude bursting at the seams
With faith in everything.
I remember when still felt pride in the Fourth of July
You held my hand, screaming at the sky
With faith in everything
And now the temples of my younger days
Destroyed by fear and hate
The temples of my younger days
The floods washed them away
A civilized sacrifice
Push back all the progress
And drown out all the voices
You kill off the culture and topple the altars
And threaten us with violence
Home is where the heart is
But this is where the art lives
I've got faith in a temple of my own
I've got faith in a temple of my own
I wanna storm the Oval Office
Spit on your f*cking throne
Cause I've got faith in a temple of my own
The temples of my younger days
The floods washed them away
This is where the art lives
This is where the mourners come to pray