A million Mogadishus,
A million Vietnams,
A million more bin Ladens,
A million more Saddams,
A million grieving mothers,
Whose sons lie somewhere dead.
A million soldiers bleeding,
While you sleep safe in your bed.

You curse those who protect you.
You spit on hallowed graves.
You trifle with your sacred rights,
While others live as slaves.
You turn blind eyes on tyrants,
As atrocities increase.
You burn the flag of freedom in
the holy name of peace.

Don't you tell me not to praise the men
and women in harm's way.
'Cause I've got just as much right as you
To stand and have my say.
And though you may block some traffic now,
They'll soon come home with pride.
And when true heros march down those streets,
Just kindly step aside.

A million Mogadishus,
Can you know what you've said?
A million brave Americans
That you want to see dead.
You've got the right to say it,
But I think you've crossed a line.
You shouldn't curse the brave whose shoes
You're not worthy to shine.

A million Mogadishus,
The argument of fools,
Who squander precious freedoms and
Become oppression's tools.
You do not dare for shame to ask
Respect for what you've said,
While soldiers die for freedom
As you sleep safe in your bed.
. . . you sleep safe in your bed.
. . . you sleep safe in your bed.