Lyrics: Motorpsycho. Home Of The Brave.

Blown astray
on a cold winters day
leaves in the garden
wind blow away
Home of the brave
Gas-station vice
an ace or the snake-eyed dice?
be a local hero

for the rest of your life....
Home of the brave
White parking-lot daydream burning
no sign of the tides now turning
it's the Home of the brave