These are the days
Of the Great Divide
One says they're wrong
While the other says they're right
With a passion that burns
Hot on both sides
On this hill they've made the deal
Where they're all willing to die

To turn a few heads
They lay out the facts
On what they are fed
What others have said
All hurried along
With not much time left
Before this game of craps
Loses all bets

The Great Divide
Moves right along
Both can't be right
But both could be wrong
May not have our backs
But put on a good front
What both sides are missing
Is brotherly love