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