Lyrics

I was the spirit of the song
I was made to be sung
Born at the Alamo
Died in Guantanamo
With the souls of everyone.

We were the spirit of the song
It was never played by no-one
It came from good intentions but the
Mother of invention got it wrong
To the shame of everyone.

So now the time has come
The start of the end has begun
No-one seemed to notice but
Even the dream of hope is gone
With the spirit of the song.