tune to a Hard Truth soldier spittin' I stay committed gives a fuck to die or lose commission It's all a part of fightin' devil state mind control And all about the battle
mind, the list that I've crafted Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard Half smooth criminal and half straight bastard No mask when your flag get
white flags And holding our breath No retreat and no surrendering And she says it's late And come on, we're heading for the sun I said now wait Ah, this battle
's greed Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war There they battled up Iwo
York bullshit walk, green talks I be the giant on the top of your beanstalk Waving down your flags, jagged grab niggas with bloody rags Holdin' fat bags
I saw the vision of armies And I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundreds of battle flags Borne through the smoke of the battles And pierced with missiles
'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag
a shake of the tin the money drops in, but is it a sin you're standing in rags you're selling your flags but who gets the dough at the end of the day
as far as i'm concerned, you gonna need skills to pass You're an asshole Pissin on your headphones Shittin on your ball Grab your mic, c'mon lets go uh Battle
Your hands are hungry for want of knowing. Your eyes are closed, but still they're showing. Light the white flags of surrender. The war is over, the battle
On your money mile, you were caught in the crossfire Hauling the flag right down, hauling the flag right down Send us to battle, send us to the front
flag into this world So we fight! DIE Soldiers that don't fight to win HATE Flowing in my veins to destroy TIME Time to the battle begin DEATH We are
with fire and flame Those who resist us lie in our wake So sound asleep our children dream Safe in the arms of something far beyond belief Chrorus: This flag
their ears tonight For now the last cry of battle has returned to the glens The clan fires are burning in the highlands again We'll fight 'til the flag
I was down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum No battle drum
round the flag, boys, rally once again Shouting the battle cry of freedom While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again Shouting the battle cry
fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag