The day that civil glory dismembered my civility
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I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of Red Sea
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Drowned the ancient east in western progress
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Custom and the least of all our pride and sentiments
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Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend
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That's ever been put on trial
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Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend
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That's ever been put on trial
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The rest was cast off as denial of statehood and mastery;
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The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason
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Employed by the bastard sons of American fore-fathers who keep this fire burning
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With the flesh of their would-be American daughters, daughters, daughters, daughters!!
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What will happen to our children when the least of us pass on?
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Us who fought the monsters of our country's crowded closet
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Us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we saw it wasn't flawless
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Us whose youthful life was hostage to what harm did
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Us who fought the hardest to be swept under the carpet
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And I'm still a cigarette softly smoking on the edge of a metal ashtray
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I begged this place to let me burn, and it whispered, "burn away"
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Nautical
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| Protest The Hero |
