When I was small I used to stand

with my hand on my heart

and I would sing to you

you were my son and my lover

my father and my brother

I beleived in you

it was so easy then



It was so easy then

but where are you now

it seems like you can't hear me anymore

maybe you're just getting too old



But do you remember

201 years ago

when you were young

how strong you had become

promising every one you sweet gift of freedom,

now you know exactly who I am

I seem to tell you all the time

now tell me some kind of truth about yourself

your life should be as opena s mine

there are children dying for you

that doesn't sound like freedom to me

you keep lyin' about why they're dyin'

when they should be concieved in liberty



Show yourself

show yourself to me

you're the one that told me

remember

you told me I was born to be free

open all your doors I want to see

all your doors and your keys

I want to see I want to hear you

all 88 keys yeah

oh give it to me

show yourself

show yourself to me

I want to see tha stars and the stripes

that can make those things scream



Show yourself

show yourself to me

expose yourself I wanna see your face

come on give it to me

show yourself

show yourself to me

are you RCA

are you Standard Oil

are you A.T.