| Song | American Flag Umbrella |
| Artist | Derek Webb |
| Album | Stockholm Syndrome |
| 作曲 : Moore, Webb | |
| i’m building a house on the limb | |
| i need something that could stop a war | |
| but i’m beset on all sides | |
| by extremists with eyes on my heart | |
| so i lie to everyone | |
| i’ve lied to so many lovers | |
| i’ve gotten away with it too | |
| but if God is against us | |
| then who can be for us my friends | |
| there’s justice for everyone | |
| please take your hands off my brother | |
| please take your laws off my lover | |
| the agents of law | |
| should always be blind and on time | |
| till there’s freedom for everyone | |
| where are your american brothers | |
| american before they were named | |
| they’re a huddling mass | |
| with no oceans to cross for our shores | |
| where there’s fortune for everyone | |
| oppression is always oppression | |
| no matter the reasons or means | |
| for skin or for sex, | |
| by stares or by fists it’s the same | |
| there are blinders on everyone | |
| i’ve looked through the eyes of my father | |
| i’ve walked through lincoln’s backyard | |
| and there’s still a backseat | |
| when you ride on the bus through this town | |
| there’s color on everyone | |
| so we lie beneath a tree of no color | |
| like an american flag umbrella | |
| it keeps the elements out | |
| and it’s stuck to the ground in this place | |
| but there’s room for everyone | |
| i know a way out of hell | |
| we raise all our enemies’ children | |
| after they’ve murdered ours | |
| we affix all their scars to our walls | |
| so there’s heartbreak for everyone | |
| in the end it will all be ok | |
| that’s what the wise men tell us | |
| so if it’s not ok then it’s not the end, oh my friends | |
| there’s hope for everyone |
| zuò qǔ : Moore, Webb | |
| i' m building a house on the limb | |
| i need something that could stop a war | |
| but i' m beset on all sides | |
| by extremists with eyes on my heart | |
| so i lie to everyone | |
| i' ve lied to so many lovers | |
| i' ve gotten away with it too | |
| but if God is against us | |
| then who can be for us my friends | |
| there' s justice for everyone | |
| please take your hands off my brother | |
| please take your laws off my lover | |
| the agents of law | |
| should always be blind and on time | |
| till there' s freedom for everyone | |
| where are your american brothers | |
| american before they were named | |
| they' re a huddling mass | |
| with no oceans to cross for our shores | |
| where there' s fortune for everyone | |
| oppression is always oppression | |
| no matter the reasons or means | |
| for skin or for sex, | |
| by stares or by fists it' s the same | |
| there are blinders on everyone | |
| i' ve looked through the eyes of my father | |
| i' ve walked through lincoln' s backyard | |
| and there' s still a backseat | |
| when you ride on the bus through this town | |
| there' s color on everyone | |
| so we lie beneath a tree of no color | |
| like an american flag umbrella | |
| it keeps the elements out | |
| and it' s stuck to the ground in this place | |
| but there' s room for everyone | |
| i know a way out of hell | |
| we raise all our enemies' children | |
| after they' ve murdered ours | |
| we affix all their scars to our walls | |
| so there' s heartbreak for everyone | |
| in the end it will all be ok | |
| that' s what the wise men tell us | |
| so if it' s not ok then it' s not the end, oh my friends | |
| there' s hope for everyone |