Review Listening to records in his basement Old folk songs about the government It's love of money, not the market He said these fuckers push on you And freedom
Please love me Meet my mother... But the fear takes hold Creeping up the stairs in the dark Waiting for the death blow Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot Fighting for freedom
flag So wave your flag Now wave your flag Now wave your flag Now wave your flag Now wave your flag Now wave your flag Now wave your flag ohhh ohhh ohhh
: I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of man We are the chosen, we're the partisan The cause it is noble and the cause it is just We are ready to pay
freedom From the day that I was born I've waved the flag Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had Oh Philadelphia freedom
: I took a flag to a pawn shop For a broken guitar I took a flag to a pawn shop How much is that guitar? I took a flag to a pawn shop I got me that guitar
The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G. Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down Take me to.. Ghost here they come
like thunder from the sky Hammer of the Scots hold your flags high Hammer of the Scots we are born to die He overcomes our land, steals our dream Of freedom
: Brothers in ars, see the red flag Blow for you boldly in front at the stack Around the banner join our troops The weapens are sharpened waiting
this world that we live in There is war and tyranny Chaos and confusion, divided: Who are we? There is peace as well as freedom But they both come with
to enforce the peace Or cc TV cameras on the corner of every street Prevail against their false wars Using terror to define us Taking our freedom to Spy
t stand the pressure, not another day I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigot's head off
bookbag [Chorus (2x)] I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
: Godless brother in love You might as well Lay down that rose And fold the flag She is money and tabs That broken freedom in See her big children burning
Feat. Marty Robbins) I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam A rough riding fighting Yankee man I love mom and applie pie, And the freedoms
ve heard Don't listen to a word you've heard don't listen to a word you've heard The flag waves up above you for liberty and freedom And fighting for
looking for. I had it all the time. So are we standing at the Great Divide? Is there hope for America? Take the flag we wave, the freedoms that we sing
I was looking for. I had it all the time. So are we standing at the Great Divide? Is there hope for America? Take the flag we wave, the freedoms that