Bite Her Hand Lyrics | R.J. Sloane

Bite Her Hand is a high-energy outlaw country song by R.J. Sloane about a generation cursing the very freedom that lets them curse it.

Every complaint, every insult hurled at the flag, only happens because somebody else already paid for the right to say it. This is a song for anyone who's watched people slander the ground holding them up, and forgotten that freedom is a debt, not a given.

Never dug a trench
Or lost a friend
Never held the flag
While it started to bend
Complain about a country
That never called on you
Never had to bleed
For the ground you enjoy

Never missed a meal
Never wore a chain
Callin' Liberty a cage
While you curse her name

Free, freedom
Taken for granted
Beat her, bruise her
'Til she almost breaks
Freedom
Biting her hand—
While she sets you free

Call her broken
Never seen her bleed
Talkin' revolution
A lie masked as a dream
Never lost a brother
Or paid the sacred price
Cursin' out the wars
That bought your rights

Never missed a meal
Never wore a chain
Now you're buying lies
Signin' away her name

Free, freedom
Taken for granted
Beat her, bruise her
'Til she almost breaks
Freedom
Biting her hand—
While she sets you free

Only the free
Can spurn it
Only the free
Can burn her
Only the deaf
Pretend not to hear
Only the ungrateful
Spit on her hand
Bloodied—
It's you
She defends

Free, freedom
Done takin' it
War paint and steel
Takin' it back
Freedom
Bite her hand—
Watch her fight back
Freedom

Freedom
Stands strong
She won't die quiet

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