Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Our National Anthem, artist - Negativland. Album song Free, in the genre
Date of issue: 11.05.1993
Record label: Seeland
Song language: English
Our National Anthem |
nd I don’t think it’s right. |
I think it’s wrong. |
I think the Government should |
step-in and conscript it, make cards out, fingerprint everybody, picture them, |
and keep it that ay because this couwntry is the only country that lets in all |
the refuse tat they can possibly can get hilong wlth the good peop’e. |
If the people of the Unite aStt the twilight’s last gleaming? |
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight |
O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming? |
And the Rocket’s Red Glare |
Vulgar |
I beg your pardon? |
Vulgar song? |
I beg your pardon? |
Pull out a song? |
The Well-Known Vulgar Song |
The bombs bursting in air |
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there |
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave |
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave? |
On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep |
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes |
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep |
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? |
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam |
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream: |
'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave |
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave! |
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore |
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion |
A home and a country should leave us no more? |
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footsteps' pollution |
No refuge could save the hireling and slave |
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave: |
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave |
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave |
O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand |
Between their lov’d homes and the war’s desolation; |
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land |
Praise the Pow’are that hath made and preserv’d us a nation! |
Then conquer we must, when our cause is just |
And this be our motto: «In God is our trust» |
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave |
O’er the land of the free |
And the bombs |
From the rave! |