Golden Sundays Lyrics

We're the sons and the daughters of millionaires
Living in our homes in the fragment fields
visit
to your alleys

where the streets are aligned in witnesses
ostracize you walk with for
clutch
watch
kick
to your head and then you run
don't look back to
the homes of the brave

at night no stars are shining
though houses are a beautiful sight
with hanging ___________??
walks on stones I spit on
the homes of the brave
the homes of the brave
the homes of the brave
the homes of the brave

we're watching so amazed at
how proud the thoughts they gave were
given with the love that they started what was
meant for me
oh you're a ___________??
to the homes of the brave