02. Flags
Flags are bits of colored cloth Flags are bits of colored cloth
Chorus:
Fuck the flag
burn them on down burn them on the drop dirty them up
sick pop sick pop
fuck drop sick pop
Picture me giving a fuck about a politician
in any town man
i’m about the worldwide take them as they come These countries are here to divide nah that shit gone dumb
fake ass pride
we is the future
we is the sun
They keep this world cold but we is the one
heat it up, light it up
roll it undone
we rebuild and
start again
actions are louder than our words speak
so come on
get it with me
fuck a government
in any print
y’all states of abuse ....Roll it undone x2 (Chorus)
Gonna upset the setup
tell a politician to shut up they talk to much
got us swimming through this strategy of tension got you salty all day working jobs that you don’t want to be in
I say the children of fear are here to say
we don’t want this world we here to play
so fuck your flags
with your profits
round our neck
got us choking all day
we give them that authority and we can take it back Power is with the people not just a cliche
it’s a fucking fact,
they the game
we pay the price
always a rich mans war
and a poor mans fight
Flags are bits of colored cloth that governments use first
to shrink wrap peoples brains and then as ceremonial shrouds to bury the dead (Chorus)