Feel like I'm livin' under some kind of hex Livin' in here in this industrial military complex Doesn't really help when I read Time magazine Cause
the church doors opened up wide She put her veil down, tryin' to hide the tears Oh, she just couldn't believe it She heard the trumpets from the military band
Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Oh, they point the cannon at you
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief" They point the cannon right at
punk pop band shonen knife Nick lowe, costello, beatles Redd kross, ramones, buzzcocks Shonen knife is a cult band Every every everybody! shonen knife! Violence, military
sympathy And though I count the hours To be alone's no injury... My home... was a place by the sand Cliffs... and a military band Blew an air of normality
Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Oh, they point the cannon at you
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at
must prevail (Justice must prevail!) [Canibus] Yo, I wanna get drafted, I wanna see somebody get they ass kicked with standard military tactics Fuck
is designed to gloss over real problems And very often those who profess dissent only add to the deception. Words are banded about, but always at the
Some folks are born to wave away the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue Ooh, when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" They point the cannon at you,
round Who come around get destroyed off contact Realize and understand homey you don't want that Check it out let's engage in military actin' Women dope
humble bee "C", and so on. So it's not really music but it is (fantasy and reality) The massed ranks of the Blackstone military band made exactly the
"And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" - Eric Bogle Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray
Some folks are born made to wave the flag They're red, white and blue And when the band plays, 'Hail to the Chief' They point the cannon right at you
Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue, yeah And when the band plays, "Hail To The Chief" Ooh, they point the cannon
Some folks are born to wave the flag The red, white and blue And when the band plays hail to the chief They'll point the cannons right at you It ain'
your girl right 'fore I dick her Down Waka Flocka Flame (Flocka!) I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!) Bands on top of bands