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