door I'm thinking of you, flat out cold, beneath the starboard floor Flags, don't ask me how he's doing He's doing fine Flags, he went from riches to
Of Work Everything Overcome Now Emmanuel Dead , Everything Tumble Down The Hill Divided In A Three Separated Bu Three Sons Middlesex , Priest Donavan Rule The DAughters & The Sons
through We do what we gotta do Yo we could break the cycle let nobody lie to you Then maybe put our sons and our daughters in private school Cause there
march at the break of day And come what may, rules of engagement say We will stand to the very last, shrapnel blast A casket goes home... Sons and daughters
by We've got our marching orders Defenders of our home and our pride We've crossed too many borders Military suicide War killing sons and daughters
do what we gotta do Yo we could break the cycle let nobody lie to you Then maybe put our sons and our daughters in private school Cause there's a mission
me calling you? Swear allegiance to the flag Whatever flag they offer Never hint at what you really feel Teach the children quietly For some day sons and daughters
and bring an end to this dark night and we must run for to meet the light watered by the blood of martyrs blessed and blind as sons and daughters sleep
they contemplate, but I obligate to demonstrate Without struggle no peace and surely no state of mind And what kind of nation will become daughters and sons
fum to the tribal drum drum I'm sittin on my temple, just pluckin silly mortals Speakin peace of mind to my many sons and daughters Gettin loose, loose
and Green are the colors of the flag on the rise Cause a nation should be guised Another flowing, as I comfort sons and daughters Knowledge leads the
cowards preach from predestales With word like courage and resolve But what they meant was fuck them all Because freedom isn't free They send our daughters and our sons
through We do what we gotta do Yo we could break the cycle let nobody lie to you Then maybe put our sons and our daughters in private school Cause
Surviving through We do what we gotta do Yo we could break the cycle let nobody lie to you Then maybe put our sons and our daughters in private school
on... You are damned... Children of pleasure move appear amongst us The dark Lord has opened his jaws Raise for Satanic queen Ye sons and daughters
a prayer for the sons and the daughters Of the free Well now take off your hat And put your hand on your heart Don`t take your eyes off the flag And