total chaos And a holiday home in the east And a boy like me Should know much better than To raise his flag in stormy weather I just can't get enough electric
ev'ry word's the Gospel truth Got witnesses ta prove it, too, 'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton Now Milton was o-fficial tour director, Electrical
She says she loves these United States of America and the flag for which it stands, of thee I sing And she tells me she's a liar but I don't believe her
down, It keeps pushing. Tell me are you gonna push, push? It's just a sick ma-chine, A certain fantasy, An alternative version of what I need. So fly a flag
the police come Don't tell me, you're too sweet Down in the alley, they are hittin' harder Not as blown as a ball can be They're burnin' flags here
obsessively Finds his boss' office and tears it apart Torches the evidence Quits his job Voltage highways Currents moving constantly Blissed out and circuit bent He calls upon his majesty Anxious electric
you got a stone-cold stone, not a beating heart Riding on wings of flame, never be this high again Nobody sees you, nobody sees your pain I know where the black flags
(Jian) Well, it was me, you, and Jacko and your new buddy Tacco (rest) No cause for alarm, about the flag on his arm. (Jian) You said the politics matter
blows I ain't seen none like that scenery You can see from a bus if you pay the price Wave my arms around Flag one of those taxi's maybe I saw a girl
what the children say There's electric cars There's electric trains Here comes a robot with electric brains Robot parade, robot parade Wave the flags
riding out a concert at a rap show Hit a back street and put the top up Stopped at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us I'm so roll with my electric
want total chaos and a holiday home in the east A boy like me should know much better than to raise his flag in stormy weather but i just cant get enough electric
parrot this time I think he's on the high side scabs are forming, scraped his knee guards are warning, a bad man is free he's like electric clock that
you got a stone cold stone, not a beating heart. Riding on wings of flame, never be this high again. Nobody sees you, nobody sees your pain. I know where the black flags
the righteous stuff They were really quite daring/arrogant In their magnificent flying machines They were the chosen few They loved God and the flag
The American flag stands for; Corperate Scandals, Rescession, Stock Market declines, Black mail, Burning with hot irons, Mutilation with electric drills
these leaders but those who have made violence pay? Who are they but the inheritors of their ancestors greed and theft? Their blood stained flags are