This is how you hold your American flag
This is how you hold your American flag
So this is how you hold your patri-fucking-otic flag
We're all a bunch of fucking disgraces!
There sits and old man he's writing and typing and paying his tax to the law
I see him through the window sill
There you are laughing and joking and waiting and praying for life to be free
And I know that you mean him well
Stands up anger and walks to the doorway where he can yell clearly at me
And I'm not sure I know what he means
Losing track of days
Staring to sky
As the old man yells
So this is how you hold your American fucking, fucking flag!
So this is how you hold your funny little flag?
Losing track of days
Staring to the sky
As the old man dies
As the old man dies. (x2)
