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E. McB - Flags
02:34
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Flags are patriotic
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He wears the flag draped ‘round his shoulders, all hail the red, white and blue.
He hates the fags, commies and liberals, thinks they belong in a zoo.
His sons and his daughters do what they oughta, what if he only knew.
He wears the flag draped ‘round his shoulders.
He carries a cross in his front pocket. Generous to charities.
Counts it as loss off of his taxes, thinks of the poor as diseased.
Stands when he sings the Star Spangled Banner, makes sure he prays on his knees
He wears the flag draped ‘round his shoulders.
He loves America, and most Americans - well, all the ones that vote red.
He won’t admit it out loud, but he’s certain, Reagan is not really dead.
He’s a free-thinker, you know the kind, the ones that will go where they’re led.
He wears the flag draped ‘round his shoulders.
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Luke Payne - America
02:50
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O America
I’m sending a little love your way
O America
I hope we won’t throw it away
Nobody wins all the time
Went back to the small town
To the place where I grew up
To have a look at the farm house
And see how it held up
But it had been burned down
Several years before
By some the local boys
Drunk and bored
O America
I’m sending a little love your way
O America
I hope we won’t throw it away
Nobody wins all the time
Nothing lasts forever I suppose
As I child I saw a fortress
But it turns out
You’re as fragile as a rose
Some feel they’ve got nothing left to lose
So they’re coming up behind you
Drunk on anger
With pitchforks and a noose
Most of them will realize when it’s far too late
That though you were far from perfect
We made a grave mistake
When we chose hate
O America
Sending a little love your way
O America
I hope we won’t throw it away
O America
Sending a little love your way
O America
I hope we won’t throw it away
Nobody wins all the time
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She wore a patriotic name tag
She held a Budweiser in her hand
A brass band in her head
With an American flag , on her bed
She strutted into the arena
Like a peacock filled with glee,
Everyone wondered, who could this person be?
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5. |
Steve Lindsley - PSP
03:07
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Patriotic synth pop
A weird ass lyric to sing
But not as strange as being a song prompt
And coming up with something
I don’t do much synth pop
And I’m not much of a Patriot
But maybe since Brady is no longer playing
I’ll give it a second thought `
What can we do with this?
What melody might we find?
A hidden gem to unearth here
Deep inside my mind
Patriotic synth pop
Like a cloud on a sunny day
Doesn’t mean you can’t see a shadow
If you look away
I’ve been running non stop
Trying to get from there to here
Three words broke the fever, made me a believer
Braving the new frontier
To go where few have gone before
To dive right into the deep
Is to behold possibilities
At least it seems that way to me
One of these things is not like the other
One of these things is not like the other
One of these things is not like the other
Yeah yeah yeah….
Patriotic Synth Pop
A salute with a little flair
Just in case you’re wondering
If anybody really cares
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v1:
Now I don't have the answers
But I know we can't set death traps for our neighbors
You've got some mighty plans here
But I don't think we do ourselves any favors
-------
By speaking loud and acting strong
And telling folks they don't belong
v2:
No, I've never met the guy
But I heard his song about the boot up the ass
I know he feels he's gotta try
But you talk like that? You look real dumb, real fast
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And please don't claim the name of Christ
'Cause I think that He would be surprised...
ch:
To learn He was sent to save this country
and not the rest of the world
Unless He comes with bags of money
He's of little worth
v3:
You've got a right to be born
But once you're out, you're on your own
And don't say that you weren't warned
Have a look at our leaders, you should've known
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So please don't claim the name of God
Don't you think that it sounds odd...
ch:
To learn God sent His Son to the US
and not the rest of the world
"Cause we're the bravest, the strongest, the truest
Like the brightest of pearls
-- some sort of solo --
v4.5:
And please don't claim the name of Christ
'Cause I'm sure that He would be surprised...
ch:
To learn He was sent to save this country
and not the rest of the world
He's got us feeling a little jumpy
with His red-letter words
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v1:
Now I don't have the answers
But I know we can't set death traps for our neighbors
You've got some mighty plans here
But I don't think we do ourselves any favors
-------
By speaking loud and acting strong
And telling folks they don't belong
v2:
No, I've never met the guy
But I heard his song about the boot up the ass
I know he feels he's gotta try
But you talk like that? You look real dumb, real fast
-------
And please don't claim the name of Christ
'Cause I think that He would be surprised...
ch:
To learn He was sent to save this country
and not the rest of the world
Unless He comes with bags of money
He's of little worth
v3:
You've got a right to be born
But once you're out, you're on your own
And don't say that you weren't warned
Have a look at our leaders, you should've known
-------
So please don't claim the name of God
Don't you think that it sounds odd...
ch:
To learn God sent His Son to the US
and not the rest of the world
"Cause we're the bravest, the strongest, the truest
Like the brightest of pearls
-- some sort of solo --
v4.5:
And please don't claim the name of Christ
'Cause I'm sure that He would be surprised...
ch:
To learn He was sent to save this country
and not the rest of the world
He's got us feeling a little jumpy
with His red-letter words
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Out the door
Got shit to do
I'm looking for
A life renewed
I am American
You don't know
What I have found
You'd have to go
And look around
I am American
Don't let em take
Who you are
Just create
Another Star
You and I
Are locking eyes
and I know
we're gonna fly
I just know
That we kind find
The kind of show
that blows our mind
I am American
I might think
To stand your ground
You should wink
And turn around
I am American
Chorus
I just want to feel proud again
Of this land that I'm living in
Is this crowd breaking down my doors
Gonna win
we're gonna fly
we're gonna fly
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Gilded plates and grinning bones
A whispered rage, it stands alone
Ruby lies they patronize
Rich men rot and draw blood flies
Broken crowns and rusted blade
Promise broken, hope betrayed
Crystal cup, it’s venom filled
Sipping shadows hunger chilled
Poppies for the hoi polloi
Sleeping mass, sweet nectar, joy
Serpents coil, rhetoric hiss
Counting coins and stolen kiss
Resting wicked, throwing stones
Burning children from their homes
Banners red with sable hope
Pray we dangle from a rope
While the poorest go to war
Croesus cronies shut the door
Parliaments of hooded claws
Ringing halls with cold applause
Waving flags an empire falls
Holding crosses in its jaws
Faint and frail, an errant word
Carries hope, endangered bird
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