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Your blood flies in the wind, |
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It's old and worn and has no glory |
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Hand on heart allegiance pledged |
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Patriot, hatred instilled |
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Ignorant, white trash stand proud |
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With bigotry endowed |
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These colours don't run |
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These colours well worn |
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These colours don't run |
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But put to the torch they'll sure as hell... |
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Burn like your passion, |
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The passion of the damned |
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Can you still hear Dixie? |
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Ignorance is your strength |
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A raped stolen land stands so proud |
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Can you still hear Dixie scream out loud? |
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These colours don't run |
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These colours are well worn |
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These colours don't run |
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But put to the torch they'll sure as hell... |
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Burn... |
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Burn... |
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Burn... |
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Burn... |
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Your blood flies in the wind |
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Aged, ragged it's a sorry story, |
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Blood-spattered banner unfurled |
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A nation, hatred instilled, |
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With slavery stained, |
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Your dream of shame |
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These colours don't run |
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These colours are well worn |
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These colours don't run |
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But put to the torch they'll sure as hell.... |
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These colours don't run |
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These colours are well worn |
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Your colours don't run |
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But put to the torch - I'll tread on you !!! |
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These colours don't run |
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These colours are well worn |
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These colours don't run |
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But put to the torch they'll sure as hell... |
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Burn... |
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Burn... |
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Burn... |
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Burn... |
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Want to see your flag up in flames |
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Burn... |
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Burn... |
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Burn... |
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Burn... |
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I'll tread on you. |
