Camped out by the roadside, a mother and her tears Angry at a nation, angry at the career Her son had chosen military, volunteered Paid for his patriotism, paid until his life was taken
Cindy hold your soldier’s hand Cindy hold the president, to blame For all of the terrorist Now we all know where you're coming from We can hold your hand, but we’ll load the guns Cause we’ve got a homeland to protect
Protest and publicity, newspaper philosophys Take the polls on Fox TV, but many mothers disagree Cause you can’t believe when love’s defiled, by a martyr’s twisted suicide Could be what any God desires, it just an act of genocide
The Torah, the Bible and Koran, story as old as Abraham Hagar’s child by Sarah’s hand, split the nations of a holy land In the time it takes to sing this song, another’s died, a baby’s born I wish to God we could stay at home, but I know we’ve got to fight this war
(Cindy, we all know where you’re coming from But the president, he ain’t the one No, he’s got a homeland to protect Yes, we’ve got a homeland to protect...)
