Lyrics:

You say that you will carry the torch you say that you will beat the winning drumYou'll be there when the saints roll
in with a bat made of rubber, half made out of tinHow many times does the snake crawl out of its skin? you change your spot
sBut I will not...You say you'll put your trust in that old American flag you say there is still no place like homeThat yo
u'll still go to war when your papers come surrender your nerve to a gatling gunCome back home mate tell everyone you'll be
happy with the time that you've gotBut I will not...I will not follow!I will not follow!I will not followYou say that yo
u'll wear the colours, blue and grey you say you'll wear the colours, black and redYou wear whichever colour shines most, bri
ght so you can shine like Blake's eternal tiger in the nightYou say that you will carry the torch you say that you will beat
the winning drumYou say that there is still no place like home no place like home, sweet homeYou say that everyone's gotta
change their spotsBut I will not... no, I will notI will not follow!I will not follow!I will not follow!I will not follo
w!No!