| There are people who say
|
| We oughta give you a chance
|
| But there’s not a chance in hell
|
| That we’ll sit back and watch you try to turn back the clock
|
| And just sigh and say «oh well»
|
| No, we’ll fight you every step of the way
|
| You’re playing a losing game
|
| And you’ll be the one with nothing to say
|
| But I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not gonna say your name
|
| I’m sick of your name
|
| I’ve heard it enough
|
| I’d rather not hear it anymore
|
| But you’re wrong if you think we can look the other way
|
| While you kick our friends to the floor
|
| And though it’s hard to accept you’re really here to stay
|
| Our culture is obsessed with fame
|
| I might have to see your face a hundred times every day
|
| But I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not gonna say your name
|
| You let your name
|
| Be a symbol of hate
|
| And you never said a word
|
| Anything you say now is too little too late
|
| It’s pathetic and absurd
|
| I hear the voices of hate they’re getting louder each day
|
| We’re all looking for someone to blame
|
| But I’ll keep on singing for love anyway
|
| And I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not gonna say your name
|
| Tell me don’t you have a mother?
|
| A daughter, a wife?
|
| Man, you really oughta be ashamed
|
| The way you brag about grabbing what gave you your life
|
| You must really think life is a game
|
| Well a big storm is coming, it might last four years
|
| Maybe nothing will ever be the same
|
| But we won’t move away, we will stay right here
|
| And we’re not, we’re not, we’re not, we’re not, we’re not gonna say your name |