There’s No Tears Coming Down
And Though I Try To Cry
The Thin Gray Line Is Hard To Find
The Flag Is Different, Isn’t It?
And When I Try To See The Change
They’re All The Same, All The Same

This Being Right Has Got Me Wrong
It’s Hard To Tell What’s Going On
Without The Streets Dragging You Down
The Line Is Different, Isn’t It?
But When I Try To See The Change
They’re All The Same, All The Same

This Being Right Has Got Me Wrong
It’s Hard To Tell What’s Going On
The Flag Is Different, Isn’t It?
And When I Try To See The Change
They’re All The Same, All The Same