Tekst:
Sons Daughters Flags

by We've got our marching orders Defenders of our home and our pride We've crossed too many borders Military suicide War killing sons and daughters

Surviving through We do what we gotta do Yo we could break the cycle let nobody lie to you Then maybe put our sons and our daughters in private school

a prayer for the sons and the daughters Of the free Well now take off your hat And put your hand on your heart Don`t take your eyes off the flag And

say, "I miss you dear" And children who don't say anything at all There's purple hearts and packs of gum Fatherless daughters and fatherless sons And

, no nations No flags, no patriots Woah, woah No borders, no nations No flags, no patriots Woah, are you ready? Woah, let's go No borders, no nations No flags

I'm the man who won your wars Is it over? Have you used me? I'm no value anymore I'm your mothers, Wives, and daughters I'm your fathers, husbands, sons

in the past, by the power of heathenish pride... Master of thunder, lighting and rain, soon your hammer and cross shall collide... Protector of midgaard's daughters and sons

Fulfill the prophecy Now you've got something to die for Now you've got something to die for Send the children to the fire Sons and daughters stack

hear me calling you? Swear allegiance to the flag Whatever flag they offer Never hint at what you really feel Teach the children quietly For someday sons and daughters