When We Were Young-Bryan Fenkart

When We Were Young - Bryan Fenkart Now the enemy is whoever the newscast says it to be, And we are traitors to the flag, to the crown, if we even dare disagree, Like a good brother, I would gladly kill another manʼs brother to save my own, But woe for the mother whose only son comes back home In the form of a folded flag and a telegram, delivered to her door. We talk about our enemies more than we used to when we were young, When we were young, when we were young, when we were young. We treat our guns like children, and we treat our children like they are the real danger, This is no type-o, no, the world hasnʼt gotten any stronger, only stranger. Thereʼs blood on the streets today, but no more than there was yesterday, Have we learned anything, Or are we just doomed to hit rewind and hit rewind and hit rewind and play? We talk about our enemies more than we used to when we were young, When we were young, when we were young, when we were young. When we were young, when we were young, when we were young. Iʼve had too many long-gone heroes who never did what they said, Itʼs my own fault for believing every sound byte that Iʼm fed. Now, everyone wants to leave their mark, at least thatʼs what Iʼve read, But I donʼt wanna be remembered, cuz that would mean Iʼm dead. You know, I used to hold this place so close, I could taste her tears on my tongue, But now we donʼt seem to talk anymore like we used to when we were young, These walls have stains, square ghosts of frames, from where our memories had hung, When we were young, when we were young, when we were young. When we were young, when we were young, when we were young.