Red Ribbons

They rejoice in their own lack of ignorance
Standing high upon their hill
Burning the notes that made them glance
the other way for a thrill

Acting tough and scoffing at stuff
Disregard the radio
Taking charge, taking the helm
It's Hell or highway now.

Can you feel it?
Can you beat it?

Hear them laugh, hear them cry
Over lost adolescence
Sending messages to die
It's a country that makes no sense

There's no right idea, today or tonight
Don't ask about tomorrow
Lost in the puddle of elites
Drowning through the sorrow

Do you have your gavel, your underlying independence?
Do you have your sad soul trapped in civilians?

Sit right next to me
And tell me
That you're listening...