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This is how you hold your American flag
So this is how you hold your patri (censored) otic flag
We’re all a bunch of (censored) disgraces
There sits an old man he’s writing and typing and paying his tax to the law
I see him through the window sill
There you are laughing and joking and waiting and praying for life to be free
And I know that you mean him well
Losing track of days
Staring to the sky as the old man yells
And there she lies bleeding and crying
And wasting life on the bed of tears that we've made
And I know she'd have done anyway
Stands up in anger and walks to the doorway where he can yell clearly at me
And I’m not sure I know what he means
This is how you hold your American flag
This is how you hold your American (censored) flag
As the old man dies