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?] some disagree
 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