Cobracoustic

As I walk the streets of Cairo
 I empathize as I go
 And I feel ashamed
 Of the land from where I came
 Where we think different people
 Are the ones that harbor evil
 But you gotta think harder
 Cause we're all the same
 Stop fearing people
 Before you meet them
 And don't keep enemies
 Until you must defeat them
 My country, love it or leave it
 That's shit and I don't believe it
 A decaying standard
 And it's begging for a change
 Freedom is relative
 I feel relatively free where I live
 But down in Cairo
 Freedom is not ours to give
 With our birds up high and their sons below
 You don't know where every bomb will blow
 With their sons below and our birds up high
 Are you made to be friends in heaven when
 You die?