Guesssssssssss

I been knocking on the door
That holds the throne
I been looking for the map
That leads me home
I been stumbling on good
Hearts turned the stone
The road of good intentions
Has gone dry as a bone
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag´s flown
We take care of our own
From Chicago to New Orleans
From the muscle to the bone
From the shotgun shack to
The super dome
There ain´t no help,
The cavalry stayed home
There ain´t no one hearing
The bugle blowin
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag´s flown
We take care of our own