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Avenue of the Flags (Buellton) · Flags & Emblems (Stiff Little Fingers) · Flags of Revolution (Love Like Blood) · Flags [Deluxe Edition] (Brooke Fraser) · Flags (Brooke Fraser) · Flags Of Our Fathers: A Soldier's Story (Keni Thomas) · Flags (Naughty by Nature) · Live and Loud/Fly the Flags (Stiff Little Fingers) · Flags of Our Fathers/Letters from Iwo Jima (Clint Eastwood) · Flags & Emblems [Bonus Tracks] (Stiff Little Fingers) – and 42 other albums »


Put your hand inside this dream
Tip the scale, release this dream
Going down on a rolling wave
I'll pack the flag before I hit the ground
I can hear
By dune I'm going
Surface of dust covered ice scattering
Through the rainbow
Scorch and suggest
When lava pours out near the sea surface
Tremendous volcanic explosions sometimes occur
In time, sub-marine seamounts
Or islands, are formed
When
There's a flag arms to call a nation
Make the break from school to dole queue
People are turning radioactive
Beep beep the sensor beeps it out.
Come
Today's the day our younger son
Is goin' off to war
Fightin' in the age old battle
We've sometimes won before
Flags that line old Main Street
Now, your grandma's, and my grandma's,
Sittin' by the fire
My grandma told your grandma,
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire."

[Chorus:]
Hey, now
to choke you?
I didn't mean it, I was drunk, it was only a joke
You should know that by now
When the checkered flag comes down
No one, no one, no one has
to choke you?
I didn't mean it, I was drunk, it was only a joke
You should know that by now
When the checkered flag comes down
No one, no one, no one has
who dive beneath the surface glorify the grotesque
Glorify the grotesque
Uprooting ugliness to be their heroic standard
Ugliness my flag
Ugliness my
Who might know of this
The notes we left
Our final thoughts
And we knew they'd get ours out

Sink
Sink

Drowned by our country
Old machine,
So you've tied your colours to the mast
Geld up the white bag with the highest flag
Lock the bathroom door, boy, have a blast
Use the flush
ancient sandstone
Grandmothers reside, and I'll be by your side
Oh, I will be by your side
Grandmother, I will be your side, oh

Part of creation is
Capture the flag
Capture the flag

Hollow bangs and cries of pain
That filled the air with blood
Fleeing in the minefield reign
Encircled by the flank
While digesting Reader's Digest in the back of a dirty book store
A plastic flag, with gum on the back fell out on the floor
Well, I picked it up
I'm alright
I'm alright
Union Jack
(Fly the flag, fly the flag)

Gimme a Britain that's got back the Great
A race of winners not cramped by
belong for the first time
Multiply your death, divide by sex
Add up the violence and what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are
I'm alright
I'm alright
Union Jack
(Fly the flag, fly the flag)

Gimme a Britain that's got back the Great
A race of winners not cramped by
heroes graves

& stood in silence honoring the price our fathers paid


This was their flag but this ain?t their fight

Dirty with oil tattered by spite
are best expressed by nature
Like the song of a sun
We split our roads in a race to power
Like we split the atom

Is it only love that you favor?
A terrible signal
Too weak to even recognize
A gentle collapsing
The removal of the insides

I'm touched by your pleas
I value these moments
With you by my side
I felt like I'd arrived
I was lost and found
I feel kinda selfish
And selfish is helpless
I dragged you down

We somehow
please

I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
No one seemed to know me, everybody passed
someone who was taking
them two by two and lately I'd become the
one who'd have laughed at you too! There
was a Black Flag on my morning There was
'Oh say can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming'

He's a real cool guy and he's a hero
everywhere

Yeah

Day by day
Hour by hour
Who's gonna fly my flag
In the corridors of power?

Your image is of virtue
Pure as driven snow
Your picture hangs in