The glowing embers of a revolution
Bring light to the coast
Ignited by explosive passion
Against the red host
Fighting with fists and kicks
To grasp the dream
Pushing ahead through conflicts
With a mighty scream
The world looks up to see
Eagles protecting land and sea
None shall oppress, they decree
In the land of the free
Freedom for the blood, white and blue
Leave the shackles into the dark
The words that forever ring true
We are the people who protect the spark
The hand of the profiteers
Stained with the blood of the resistant
To preserve the 1% careers
The smell of death remains persistent
The reign of the almighty dollar
Hidden behind shadows
Held back by an iron collar
As sharks hunt in the shallows
Freedom for the blood, white and blue
The shackles bite into the skin
Tied together with the dead sinew
All forgotten in the land of tin