Some have fought battles
In fields full of cattle and some
And some have waged war out at sea
Some in militias and some with malicious

Intent
Some men just want to be
Free from oppression and so their aggression
Is worn like a badge on their sleeve

Some have fought battles from desks in Seattle
And some have waged war on the street
Guess this is the hill I will die on
I woke up this morning put my suit and tie on
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
The air felt so still

So this is the hill
I guess this is the will I will write on
The back of this bill with my pen as my quill
& hope you’ll still love me when I'm gone
The air felt so still
I guess this is the hill I will

Some fight with rifles and some use the Bible
And some use a shield and a knife
Some author libel which sometimes goes viral
And ruins an innocent life
Leaves an impression teaches no lesson and leads
To regression and strife

Some fight to stifle and some cause its primal
And some cause they’re sure that they’re right
Guess this is the hill I will die on
I woke up this morning put my suit and tie on
Walked down to the bus that I ride on

The air felt so still
So this is the hill
I guess this is the will I will write on
The back of this bill my pen as my quill
& hope you’ll still love me when im gone
The air feels so still
I guess this is the hill I will die on
(Ooh)