Old News

You can hate all the others because they hate you

They hate the thought of you hating them too

We could scream it all out 'til we're red, white, or blue

But I'd hate to think that thinking is old news, old news

We could cut in in half, throw rocks in the street

Let wild eyes laugh [but?

We could burn it all down on our grandpa's TV

Or quit pointin' fingers and roll up our sleeves

And pray for Miss Liberty and the crack in her belt

There's a tear in her eye but her arm hasn't fell

Yet the weight of that torch, it depends on the

The book that we write and the stories we'll tell

'Cause I'd hate to think that I'd hate you

And I hate the thought of you hating me too

So let's hash it all out 'til we're red, white, and blue

'Cause I'd hate to think that thinking is old news, old news

So let's sing for Miss Liberty and the crack in her belt

There's a tear in her eye but her arm hasn't fell

Yet the weight of that torch comes with blood that's been spilled

A book of blank pages waiting to be filled

With how I'd hate to think that you think I hate you

And I hate the thought of you hating me too

So let's hash it all out 'til we're red, white, and blue

'Cause I'd hate to think that thinking is old news

Is old news

Old news