someone else I will wear my burned flag with pride I am my own man And I can\'t find love in an oil can So I will wear my burned flag with pride I won
There stands the chief with gold on his hair Two fingers thick each link of coiled ore Speaks to his white skinned wife, she answers not He hurls his question
, and I'm spinning As my wings get shot away Questions are a burden And answers are a prison for oneself Shellshock in the kitchen Tables start to burn
hope up to the well that's dry Where there's just enough of someday soon to satisfy" Now if Heaven is perfection I'll get my deepest questions answered
they got me Taped to a chair feeling sore Knowing all the answers to the question I ignore They burned off my face with a propane torch Then they blew up my
I carried my pack And I lived the free life of the Rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty out back I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915 my
love into suspicion burning flags and taking sides Well that?s a different god to my god That?s a different god to mine. Who answers prayers with questions
and eat the worm. Take your chances, kill the engine, Drop your bombs and let it burn. White flags shot to ribbons, The truce is black and burned, Shellshock
where they got me Taped to a chair feeling sore Knowing all the answers to the question I ignore They burned off my face with a propane torch Then they blew up my
