| The nearer the border
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| The higher they hoist the flag
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| Like the father of the house wants the world to know
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| The race he’d like his daughters to shag
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| And the louder they sing their anthem
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| The more likely their history graced
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| With that badge kissing, fanfare blowing
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| Idiot painted face
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| Everyone stands up
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| When they hear those trumpets sound
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| Everyone, stand up
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| In a good old-fashioned town
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| If you can’t tell what they’re singing
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| It’s usually who they’d like to drown
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| In a flag-waving, chest-beating
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| Good old-fashioned town
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| When someone starts a sentence
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| With «I'm not racist, but--»
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| You know that the sentence is bound to end
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| With where they think they should be put
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| So next time you hear them singing
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| Of a land so free and brave
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| You know the place they hang their flag
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| Is where they hung their slave
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| Everyone stands up
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| When they hear those trumpets sound
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| Everyone, stand up
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| In a good old-fashioned town
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| If you can’t tell what they’re singing
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| It’s usually who they’d like to drown
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| In a flag-waving, chest-beating
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| Good old-fashioned town
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| Flying flag is just another way
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| The insecure announce they’re here to stay
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| So if you love your country and love your fellow man
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| Display, please, as quietly as you can
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| Everyone stands up
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| When they hear those trumpets sound
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| Everyone, stand up
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| In a good old-fashioned town
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| If you can’t tell what they’re singing
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| It’s usually who they’d like to drown
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| In a flag-waving, chest-beating
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| Good old-fashioned town |