When I hit the streets back in '81,
Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown
I felt barbed-wire kisses and icicle tears,
Where have I been for all these years?
I saw political intrigue, political lies,
Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes
I will wear your white feather
I will carry your white flag
I will swear I have no nation
But I'm proud to own my heart
I will wear your white feather
I will carry your white flag
I will swear I have no nation
But I'm proud to own my heart
My heart, this is my heart
We don't need no uniforms, we have no disguise,
Divided we stand, together we'll rise