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Our flag is burnin |
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but we feel alright |
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We march all day |
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we march all night |
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Our bugle is bleatin |
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and our drum is thumpin |
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Turnin grains of sand |
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into flakes of ashes |
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Shoot back fire Halleluiah |
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Gospel gun |
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gonna shoot right through ya |
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You know I'm stoked |
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To make some peace |
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Jump to the left |
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Jump to the east |
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Our flag is burnin |
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gonna let it shine |
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Hide it under a bushel no |
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gonna let it shine |
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Fire risin to the sun |
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fire fallin from the sky |
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Texas tea in the desert |
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catch up on some dirt |
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Shoot back fire Halleluiah |
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Gospel gun |
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gonna shoot right through ya |
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You know I'm stoked |
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To make some peace |
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Jump to the west |
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Why don't you jump to the right |
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Well the president said |
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I've got to understand |
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The threat of a weapon baby |
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in an evil hand |
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I gotta take It back |
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Get the pot |
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Take some shots |
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A few grenades |
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A few frog legs |
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Dictator's heat |
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St John's wart |
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A bayonet |
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Two eyes of a cat |
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Some salt and pepper |
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Some buzzard feathers |
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Put in the elderly |
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Put in the children |
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Simmer it down |
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Stir it around |
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And use your face |
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Say your grace |