We aren't sons of our fathers sins

We don't inherit iniquities

We aren't heirs to thrones of greed

We don't wear the gold they've thieved and schemed


You don't choose your name

Just what you leave in your wake

We are born, all of us, innocent

We don't wear the wounds of a dying man


No ties no allegiance to majesties

No veil to blind your reasoning

No script rehearsed in all you speak

Own your words in the voice you sing


You don't choose your name

Just what you leave in your wake

We are born, all of us, innocent

We don't wear the wounds of a dying man


Oooooh


No cause to fight for buried kings

Let be what legions they've conceived

No oaths to swear or give repeat

All words are yours to ink and sing You don't choose your name

Just what you leave in your wake