Track 10 of _Misplaced Childhood_
When I hit the streets back in '81
With a heart and a gown and a poet's crown
I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears,
Wearing at me for all these years
I saw political intrigue, political lies
Going to wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes
I will wear your white feather,
I will wear 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 wear your white flag,
I will swear I have no nation,
But I'm proud to own my heart
My heart, My heart,
This is my heart
We don't need your uniforms,
We have no disguise,
Divided we stand, together we rise
[All the children, all the children,
Tell your children]
We will carry your white feathers,
We will carry your white flags,
We will swear we have no nation,
But we're proud to own our hearts
We will carry your white feathers,
We will carry your white flags,
We will swear we have no nation,
But we're proud to own our hearts
Our hearts,
These are our hearts